"Llarynae Dawnspire.. a name carried by a liar, fixated on greed and the overall destruction of her kin. Yes.. I know your name." a rather short, ebon-haired woman leant forth, gently stroking over the blonde wig atop the pale-faced mannequin head, resting on the beaten counter ahead, "I know everything about you; you had potential.. then," the woman reclined in her stance, setting the wig crookedly over her own mane, "but you lost your.. 'spark'."
A pause shattered that of this woman's words, a brief chuckle escaping her lips. She set the wig down beside the staring head, tired eyes sinking their gaze deep within the ruined mirror behind it.
"Now look at you,"
She turned her chair briefly to gaze out of the fogged window mere inches from the ceiling, watching the feet of passers-by on the road just beyond it. "you aren't like them.. not anymore. You are far from anything 'good enough' for them. They shunned you." She began to lean on the desk, staring at the hole through