Caelum.
It was almost midnight by the time Chalice finally stumbled into the house, looking all rough and dishevelled. Her eyes were glazed, her lipstick smeared; even her clothes were rumpled and her hair was practically everywhere, looking just as tangled as a bird's nest.
My eyes widened when I took in her overall appearance and in mortification, I quickly rose to my feet, draped my arms around her frail shoulders and asked worriedly; "What happened to you?"
"Abby and Chantel got into a fight." She hiccuped, "… and I was rough-housed while trying to separate them."
I didn't know any Chantel but I had a vague idea on who Abby was. So upon hearing that, my gaze softened. I pulled her closer to my chest whilst stroking her hair.
