She sees Waltaquin, and does not seem either willing to fully look away or to embrace what it is that she sees. When it comes to understanding, they seem to be in limbo, at an impasse. It is endlessly interesting. She simply cannot let this girl escape her attention.
As she tucks the sigil away within the folds of her dress, Waltaquin leans back on her elbows beside Psyche. She kicks her legs slightly, to some unheard rhythm.]
Are there no reminders of your friend you dwell on so fondly that will bring you comfort? It'd make you feel much better than I can.
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She sees Waltaquin, and does not seem either willing to fully look away or to embrace what it is that she sees. When it comes to understanding, they seem to be in limbo, at an impasse. It is endlessly interesting. She simply cannot let this girl escape her attention.
As she tucks the sigil away within the folds of her dress, Waltaquin leans back on her elbows beside Psyche. She kicks her legs slightly, to some unheard rhythm.]
Are there no reminders of your friend you dwell on so fondly that will bring you comfort? It'd make you feel much better than I can.