Current mood:	thoughtful
Entry tags:	tm

Theatrical Muse appplication: Specious
Mother assured her that with each day it would become easier. She was certain that the loving emotional embrace of her family coupled with friends and the love of the citizens of the Outer Zone would help Azkadellia to remember who she was before she'd been possessed. Yet none of them were interested in knowing just who she was, not who she truly was.

Her parents still saw her as the child they'd "lost" fifteen years ago. DG had only her memories of Azkadellia and the O.Z. and those were frozen when Az was only twelve. To them Az was a child, innocent and sweet without the ability to care for herself.

The others watched her warily. Ambrose remembered Azkadellia removing his brain, or at least the knowledge of knowing that she'd ordered it. The little furry monster saw her as a killer. Then there was Cain. Az could not even bring up her guards, Zero, the times before without having to answer to Cain and his gilded ideals.

None of them wanted to see Azkadellia as the woman she'd become. She was a child. She was delusional. She was nothing but a misguided and confused young woman to them. She was just lost and dealing with the abuse of the witch that had possessed her. Az liked it just that way.

She worked hard to foster the view that she was still recovering from an ordeal. It wasn't hard to keep them seeing her as the girl she'd once been, sweet and kind and affectionate to the point of doing anything D.G. wanted without care for herself. If they wanted to see her as nothing more than princess Azkadee, twelve and skipping through a field then so be it.

So long as they saw her as a former danger than they wouldn't worry about how dangerous she could be in the future.