*at the valley* Cordelia: *sits on the bright green grass picking wildflowers*
Cordelia: I guess not... I don't really know what I am... *stares at the clouds* what about you?
Cordelia: Fascinating, do your parents know?
Cordelia: Lucky... My mother knows... but thats only because she passed away five years ago, and when i visit her grave, I tell her everything..
Cordelia: I could never tell my father, though... he would resent me... maybe even behead me...
Cordelia: I'm sorry haha i keep overloading you, tell me about yourself...
