She sniffs. Turns a page; infrastructure turned confectionary, cloaked figures caught on winter winds... "Seems to me like you've gone from one supernatural slog to another. How's this one any different?"
You're the butt of the jokes. The expression pierces Carolina's hubris like a round of ammunition. An animal pulled mid-hunt and expected to play, to be laughed at by... whatever it is that rules here. Facial musculature twists and twists until she realizes she's scowling.
Her lips go slack.
A mask cracked, reconstructed, cracked again and brought back to life soon after.
Funny, she still can't tell if he's joking... It's starting to roil her nerves.
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Date: 2025-03-01 04:22 am (UTC)She sniffs. Turns a page; infrastructure turned confectionary, cloaked figures caught on winter winds... "Seems to me like you've gone from one supernatural slog to another. How's this one any different?"
You're the butt of the jokes. The expression pierces Carolina's hubris like a round of ammunition. An animal pulled mid-hunt and expected to play, to be laughed at by... whatever it is that rules here. Facial musculature twists and twists until she realizes she's scowling.
Her lips go slack.
A mask cracked, reconstructed, cracked again and brought back to life soon after.
Funny, she still can't tell if he's joking... It's starting to roil her nerves.
"I don't follow."