[she's not the only one without her abilities—dymlos is not longer at his waist, after all. but that's neither here nor there.
what is though is the whispers of an unfamiliar face in the town, and though the descriptions don't seem to connect, there is a bit of a curiosity that accompanies it—they don't get visitors to leane too often, after all. so as he passes through, he'll peer over—
and when he sees the person refusing the apples, his arms go dead... sorry lilith, your grocery list is going to be taken away by the breeze.]
It can't be...
[he murmurs quietly, but... of course it can be. because stahn couldn't possibly not recognize that woman. everything about her is etched into his memory. so he edges closer, and when he's close enough:]
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what is though is the whispers of an unfamiliar face in the town, and though the descriptions don't seem to connect, there is a bit of a curiosity that accompanies it—they don't get visitors to leane too often, after all. so as he passes through, he'll peer over—
and when he sees the person refusing the apples, his arms go dead... sorry lilith, your grocery list is going to be taken away by the breeze.]
It can't be...
[he murmurs quietly, but... of course it can be. because stahn couldn't possibly not recognize that woman. everything about her is etched into his memory. so he edges closer, and when he's close enough:]
Otome...
Is that, is it really you?