[ There it was. Of course, the appearance was too uncanny. A woman who's face mirrored her own. A woman she knew existed as a Servant thanks to her teacher — Someone she would never meet because if she did then that would mean... ]
[ "Gray" would not exist. Right? ]
[ There's no return niceties on her lips, no words to give. The girl's form goes rigid and she feels cold despite the thick cloak she wears. Add is mournfully silent beneath her cloak — a blessing or a curse she couldn't say. ]
[ It's rude not to say anything— increasingly ruder — But what is she supposed to say? To do? This is the person her village had sought. The person the world wanted and needed more than "Gray". But in some ways all she can do is catch her breath. ]
Ah... I'm sorry...
[ For what she doesn't elaborate yet. Her throat as dry as sand paper as she tried again: ] Thank you, for offering to help, but I should... Find teacher on my own.
[ The tremble in her voice is barely there — not quite of fear, but something more indistinguishable. A sound more like a wounded songbird, perhaps. ]
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[ "Gray" would not exist. Right? ]
[ There's no return niceties on her lips, no words to give. The girl's form goes rigid and she feels cold despite the thick cloak she wears. Add is mournfully silent beneath her cloak — a blessing or a curse she couldn't say. ]
[ It's rude not to say anything— increasingly ruder — But what is she supposed to say? To do? This is the person her village had sought. The person the world wanted and needed more than "Gray". But in some ways all she can do is catch her breath. ]
Ah... I'm sorry...
[ For what she doesn't elaborate yet. Her throat as dry as sand paper as she tried again: ] Thank you, for offering to help, but I should... Find teacher on my own.
[ The tremble in her voice is barely there — not quite of fear, but something more indistinguishable. A sound more like a wounded songbird, perhaps. ]