It's two simple words, but from the way Mary freezes - her eyes grow large and her expression teeters on the edge of stricken - it's so much more than that. Inanely, she thinks of her hair first: had it moved, snake-like? Did he come from somewhere where young girls didn't have white tresses? Was it her eyes? Had they turned red?
... No, he's still moving, and she had much better control of her power for it just to lapse in a fit of shock.
(Except in those nightmares of hers, utter despair and the hissing of snakes in her ears as she screamed her grief.) ]
H-how...?
[ It emerges thinly, scared. She ought to understand that he isn't about to screech at her and call her a monster if he's talking about something he hears that he thought she had-- but old habits die hard. ]
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It's two simple words, but from the way Mary freezes - her eyes grow large and her expression teeters on the edge of stricken - it's so much more than that. Inanely, she thinks of her hair first: had it moved, snake-like? Did he come from somewhere where young girls didn't have white tresses? Was it her eyes? Had they turned red?
... No, he's still moving, and she had much better control of her power for it just to lapse in a fit of shock.
(Except in those nightmares of hers, utter despair and the hissing of snakes in her ears as she screamed her grief.) ]
H-how...?
[ It emerges thinly, scared. She ought to understand that he isn't about to screech at her and call her a monster if he's talking about something he hears that he thought she had-- but old habits die hard. ]