[Standing in the doorway, right behind Anathema, she suddenly feels an acute awareness of her surroundings. Cathama's government minders used to tell the children where they were forbidden to wander to on royal property; try telling a girl of eight who can fly where she can't go, and of course it's going to play out predictably. Ever since, she's used to breaking into all places forbidden, and this—
Well, it's as if she suddenly feels the need to walk on eggshells. Don't break anything, don't cause a commotion. There's a strange importance to it that she can't quite quantify into words.]
...So this is what these houses are like from the inside. There's other people living here too, right?
[She shrugs out of her jacket, craning her neck to glance around to the other room. Because you can't really stop the intense curiosity from flooding out, her obvious interest now that she's here, but only try to mitigate the chaos and upheaval that comes with a title like Cacophony. For example, the tears in her shirt are pretty obvious without the jacket, and so is the blood.]
And you've got a room for yourself?
[She's a disaster, for certain, but she glances back at Anathema with—honestly it's hard to pinpoint the emotion playing on her face. Trouble comes close, amusement might work—as if that once-innocent little girl finally broke into someplace really special.]
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Well, it's as if she suddenly feels the need to walk on eggshells. Don't break anything, don't cause a commotion. There's a strange importance to it that she can't quite quantify into words.]
...So this is what these houses are like from the inside. There's other people living here too, right?
[She shrugs out of her jacket, craning her neck to glance around to the other room. Because you can't really stop the intense curiosity from flooding out, her obvious interest now that she's here, but only try to mitigate the chaos and upheaval that comes with a title like Cacophony. For example, the tears in her shirt are pretty obvious without the jacket, and so is the blood.]
And you've got a room for yourself?
[She's a disaster, for certain, but she glances back at Anathema with—honestly it's hard to pinpoint the emotion playing on her face. Trouble comes close, amusement might work—as if that once-innocent little girl finally broke into someplace really special.]