<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: grey"><span style="font-family: baseballscript;">Destiny</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: grey"><br/>Destiny's features sobered a little, "I have always had a strong feeling for such tragedies. I feel that those who have suffered real or not. There stories should be told. They should teach those who are lucky enough to be alive to treasure all the time they have. Others are not so lucky" she said still not full elaborating her reason's. Destiny's fork poked at her food a few times before she gave Arus a weak smile. "I guess I am little to over compassionate for characters in a story" she said blushing gently. Amy and the others decided to talk amoung themselves trying to give the two a little privacy as they chatted.<br/><br/>"So what do you think of the story Arus?" she asked her eyes peaking over between her smll bites of food. The food was delicious each bite better then the last. She would have to remember this place to come back again. The atmosphere was quite but had a feeling of cozy in it that she was enjoying. This day had been so much for her she wasn't sure what else could happen, but she was happy Arus was in it.<br/></span></div>