Can things get anymore messed up? Nerissa begins to wonder what cruel jokes the gods enjoy playing on her. Sitting outside the shop in a funk, slumped while she watches others playing in the snow, ducking the random snow balls coming towards her head when she needed to. It shows how much she keeps to herself anymore, withdrawing from many, silent towards others.

Alive..after all this time. She has proof now. Knows for a fact that this woman claiming to be her mother is the real deal. The demon doesn't scowl, frown...she doesn't do much but silently sit and appear lost in thought. Hiding from those around her a lot.

Tazai has not been around for her. But she's use to it. Its a reoccuring thing for her life. A guy will come around and then gradually, they come around less and less. Shrugging off thoughts, she brushes snow off her bare skin, the overhanging lights on either sides of the door shine down on her and shows the ball jointed limbs easily. Of late, she has remained looking like an over sized doll. Perhaps to convey her weakened state. A fraility of her nature anymore. She refuses to do magic. Demonic. Necromantic. Herbalism. Avoiding any form of energy manipulation. She has not seen her mother. She has not seen her 'father'. Her creator.

Avoidance. Something she is good at. Now, she watches those around her. Pale eyes a glowing blue tracing over the snowy grounds as she watches the streets.

The gods must really be having a field day with her..