<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/4b/02/42/4b024225317d660c10c1354e6c9c80be.jpg)</div><strong>Where:</strong>Nevermore Dining Hall<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Nyx, Scarlet open<br/><hr/>Tara wasn't quite sure what to do with the big emodump she'd just gotten from a relative stranger. Not that she wasn't sympathetic, she just couldn't relate. her folks had not been totes adoring (an understatement) of her wild lifestyle when she'd been alive, but they'd been supportive. And even more so since she'd snuffed it. The idea of family ditching you just because you weren't what they wanted you to be was a totally foreign thing to her.<br/><br/>Not that there hadn't been some frank and open discussions about her behavior...loud ones, too.<br/><br/>"'sallright, doll," she muttered, falling back on humor, having nothing else at the moment. "My folks hate it when I get stoned anyway." Reaching up, she teased a finger of her free hand down the snake that now had a baby's death grip on her finger. "Heh. Reminds me of my baby cousin. He's even a redhead. Neither of his parents are, though. You do the math."