[ Something about her reluctance to touch the mirror feels more ominous than even the shaking and humming of his domain. But the way she bends down to speak to Rousma is endearing him to her again. He lets his muscles relax, no longer as ready to jump into action as he was before.
Rousma lowers the mirror in one hand and stares her eyeless sockets at the rose and moth, a sense of curiosity. ]
Thank you. [ She takes the gift in her small hand, careful not to crush it. Looking up at Wanda again there's a distinct sense that she's smiling even though she lacks to muscles in her face to do so. She leans forward, arms out in a little curtsy. ]
I am Rousma. He is my brother Ravishan - but only I gets to calls him that! He tells everyone heres to call him Ky-el. [ She glances back at Kahlil, whose mouth forms a thin line as his eyes narrow slightly at her - the telltale look of an annoyed older sibling who isn't actually going to do anything about said annoyance.
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Rousma lowers the mirror in one hand and stares her eyeless sockets at the rose and moth, a sense of curiosity. ]
Thank you. [ She takes the gift in her small hand, careful not to crush it. Looking up at Wanda again there's a distinct sense that she's smiling even though she lacks to muscles in her face to do so. She leans forward, arms out in a little curtsy. ]
I am Rousma. He is my brother Ravishan - but only I gets to calls him that! He tells everyone heres to call him Ky-el. [ She glances back at Kahlil, whose mouth forms a thin line as his eyes narrow slightly at her - the telltale look of an annoyed older sibling who isn't actually going to do anything about said annoyance.
She tilts her head at Wanda. ]
What do they calls you?