[His more cynical approach helped in a weird way. After all the pity she'd gotten from people when she talked about everyday life back home. The lack of talking during an event that so many made more significant than it was let the fae concentrate on what was happening around her.
...Why couldn't these witches have been here the last time?
Her own soul, something she doesn't even recognise. Was something small and blue flitting through a flurry of white. It's not there long enough for her to dwell on it.
And the first thing after? Curiosity, as she peered up at the taller witch. It was probably to be expected. But Emet-Selch was so...muted compared to Tendou. Except in one regard, magic. It was shaky, a new bond wobbling along with the training wheels still, but the worn-out fae's antenna lifted, giving a flicker.]
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...Why couldn't these witches have been here the last time?
Her own soul, something she doesn't even recognise. Was something small and blue flitting through a flurry of white. It's not there long enough for her to dwell on it.
And the first thing after? Curiosity, as she peered up at the taller witch. It was probably to be expected. But Emet-Selch was so...muted compared to Tendou. Except in one regard, magic. It was shaky, a new bond wobbling along with the training wheels still, but the worn-out fae's antenna lifted, giving a flicker.]