[as the dog appears and approaches her, wanda listens to the man's words to provide context to the situation. yes, this one is a creation of his own, in the same way that she creates creatures with her magicβbut stronger a bond still, like the phantoms of the children she once lost, to allow herself a moment of reprieve as she visits the graves she tries to keep their memories buried in.
something personal, something individual, owned by the master of the domain.
she sits down on her haunches, then her knees, as the dog sniffs at her. carefully, gently, she smooths a hand over the side of the dog's head, hoping to get her trust.
what an odd creature.]
Have we met before? [wanda looks up at him, hand resting still on the dog's head.] Something about you feels familiar, but I can't quite placeβ [she pauses] There's something about you.
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something personal, something individual, owned by the master of the domain.
she sits down on her haunches, then her knees, as the dog sniffs at her. carefully, gently, she smooths a hand over the side of the dog's head, hoping to get her trust.
what an odd creature.]
Have we met before? [wanda looks up at him, hand resting still on the dog's head.] Something about you feels familiar, but I can't quite placeβ [she pauses] There's something about you.
[something magical, something different.]