Well, alrighty Aphrodite.

Despite Etoile letting her know she didn't need to apologize Cendrillion couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed by her sudden outburst and the thought that had crossed her mind that had led her to even have the outburst at first. Etoile certainly hadn't had much choice in her names. Luckily it seemed Etoile's focus was not on the flood of color that rushed through her face instead reaching out to pluck a few leaves from her head and Cendrillion's eyes widened and her face grew even hotter and she mumbled a weak thanks, luckily Etoile was already answering her return question.

Cendrillion felt herself become disappointed? It was hard to feel alone when it seemed everyone but herself knew where they belonged, that they had any sort of semblance of a place. Cen hadn't had that in so long. She nodded absently, there wasn't anyone who knew better that you couldn't know what life would throw at you, not after she'd watched her uncle's attack on her father. "That sounds nice." She said softly, trying to keep her melancholy from her voice.

"Speech"