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^{id : @grimprim >> cont .}

_{THOUGH her face is stern, the smallest of smiles softens it enough to look somewhat friendly, & the young girl looks down at her dress. it’s not really her thing, in her opinion, but she does look pretty, & she feels a little bashful ( though she’ll hardly admit it ). the man with the skeleton’s face insisted on making her over for the ball. wants her to go because she’s on her own now, & doesn’t want her to feel like his pet ( he dotes on her every chance he gets, his unholy child ! his little bat - winged cherub ! ). she looks back up with violet eyes, intrigued by woman’s words ; magic ?}
_{❛ i hardly think any one will notice me. ❜ cirice murmurs, but they do. even the grown - ups. she’s such a strange little girl. they whisper about the chapel that seems to appear & disappear as it pleases. they wonder if she’s from there. things about her eyes, her pale skin. she doesn’t seem to notice however. ❛ you say you do magic ? ❜ tries to make it seem like she’s having a joke ; perhaps this woman is merely using a metaphor. a figure of speech. ❛ what kind ? ❜}