[ Crescent Rose's metallic parts had held a song all their own, a faint symphonic note of smoke - the sort that tail ends a forge fire, creating rather than cleansing - and possibility. Pyrrha would have never tried to describe it, how metal vibrated differently depending on the age and purpose, how she could concentrate and open herself to it. The unsung part of her Semblance.
Even now, when her Aura has been been whittled down by defeat, leaving her defenceless. She hears it and - it sounds far too close to a dirge. At her side, Pyrrha feels her hands tense and release, the fabric of her gloves rustling.
She doesn't remember seeing Ruby at the top of the tower, because by then she had been - she was, is —
Pyrrha lifts her head, turns. Key identifiers are absent - her circlet, her weapons - but she's still her. Shying away from Ruby never even occurs to her, even if her chest does warm to an uncomfortable blister.
Seeing a familiar doesn't prompt much change to her expression, not really. But the deeper creases do relax. Like a newly relit candle, some brightness finds its way back into her eyes, her complexion. ]
... [ She breathes before speaking. ] Hello, Ruby.
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Even now, when her Aura has been been whittled down by defeat, leaving her defenceless. She hears it and - it sounds far too close to a dirge. At her side, Pyrrha feels her hands tense and release, the fabric of her gloves rustling.
She doesn't remember seeing Ruby at the top of the tower, because by then she had been - she was, is —
Pyrrha lifts her head, turns. Key identifiers are absent - her circlet, her weapons - but she's still her. Shying away from Ruby never even occurs to her, even if her chest does warm to an uncomfortable blister.
Seeing a familiar doesn't prompt much change to her expression, not really. But the deeper creases do relax. Like a newly relit candle, some brightness finds its way back into her eyes, her complexion. ]
... [ She breathes before speaking. ] Hello, Ruby.