She was a Baskerville? This wasn’t good. It wasn’t good at all. Alice didn’t want to be near the Baskervilles, even if it was just a small and seemingly harmless girl.
“I-I’m… Alice.” - she simply replied, keeping her distance from Lily.
Even as the other’s face warped with discomfort, the young girl didn’t seem to notice — still wearing that same smile that almost seemed plastic against her young features, eyes dazzling bright as, harmlessly, she stepped forward, smile growing bigger in hearing the female’s name.
Speaking with a sweet innocence, the Baskerville extended her hand out to her, “It’s nice to meet you, Alice! I hope we can be friends!”
The girl extended a hand to her yet she didn’t take it. Why would she want to be friends with a Baskerville? They weren’t her friends, were they? Alice now knew about a part of her past, that she once belonged to that family; but she wasn’t that Alice anymore. She took a step back, muttering an almost unaudible ‘sorry’.