Well, alrighty Aphrodite.

Maybe if any of her siblings had survived... Maybe if she'd just been able to socialize with anyone her own age before she'd turned one she'd be less awkward, Cen couldn't help but feel that that was true. But she also wasn't going to get better if she didn't at least try to integrate herself better into society. The girl felt her face flush slightly when the other girl complimented her name, Cendrillon had been the name of a princess from her mother's stories, and though their names were minorly different she'd always been told she'd been named for the persevering princess... Did that mean that the other girl thought she looked like a princess?

She was finally given a name for the other girl and despite herself, despite the grief that still ached dully in the back of her mind at every moment, despite how lost and alone she'd felt since her father's death... The girl laughed. It was more of a brief giggle actually, a high breathy sound and almost instantly a forepaw lifted, she covered her mouth with her ankle and glanced up at Etoile with a wide-eyed look. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh." She cleared her throat and sat up a little straighter, trying to shake off her embarrassment. "I uh... No, I don't live anywhere... really." She tried to shake off the discomfort that came from the knowledge of her own lack of a place to go or turn too, once she would have claimed she was home if she was with her papa... But she didn't even have that anymore. "D-do you?"

"Speech"