Hair cropped short, an intense look in her eyes, Lucy sits facing her partner. On her lap sits a small notebook, and she clutches a pen in one hand. There's an unusual sort of aura about her, a heaviness and alertness that make her seem like she might bolt at any second. But she waits patiently for the questions to begin.
Whoever it is may already have figured out that she doesn't speak, but that she has no problem communicating when needed. Sure, she'd prefer using sign language, but as the others here probably don't know it, she's fine with writing.
Though the room is odd and makes her uneasy, she still keeps her head on straight and her usual insecurity held back. This is what she wants to do and needs to do to make her way in life. She'll do it.
Lucy | Halo
Hair cropped short, an intense look in her eyes, Lucy sits facing her partner. On her lap sits a small notebook, and she clutches a pen in one hand. There's an unusual sort of aura about her, a heaviness and alertness that make her seem like she might bolt at any second. But she waits patiently for the questions to begin.
Whoever it is may already have figured out that she doesn't speak, but that she has no problem communicating when needed. Sure, she'd prefer using sign language, but as the others here probably don't know it, she's fine with writing.
Though the room is odd and makes her uneasy, she still keeps her head on straight and her usual insecurity held back. This is what she wants to do and needs to do to make her way in life. She'll do it.