[ Unfortunately, at least for the time being, Crystallis's attempt to calm Gaia has the opposite effect, the girl's eyes narrowing as their focus sharpens, clawed fingers flexing instinctually. This mystel is not one whom she recognizes (although there is something about her that is familiar in a way that unsettles herβ has she lost more memories somehow?); in spite of the strange form she has taken, the other's recognition of her is more than clear.
Her chin lifts, her guarded nature outweighing for a moment the panic she feels; when she speaks, it's more haughty demand than anything else, an echo of that first day in Mord Souq. ]
Who are you? [ she snaps, and there's a sweet edge to her voice that isn't usually there, something lilting and magical. ] How do you know my name?
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Her chin lifts, her guarded nature outweighing for a moment the panic she feels; when she speaks, it's more haughty demand than anything else, an echo of that first day in Mord Souq. ]
Who are you? [ she snaps, and there's a sweet edge to her voice that isn't usually there, something lilting and magical. ] How do you know my name?