She gave him the space, and looked away, although there's a slight smile, when he tries to quip about it.
"Yes, I'm afraid we all came here with nothing but that which we arrived in our previous world with. Perhaps a bit older than the first time," when he sat, she looked him up and down. Young, crowned in golden hair, she could suspect why he was the type that arrived in this particular shrine.
"Have you met many yet? Or am I your first new face, so far?"
She didn't sit, but her hands clasped in front of her. No shard to be seen -- for it was hidden underneath the high dress that covered it. Her smile was not warm -- almost courtly, but it's also not hostile.
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"Yes, I'm afraid we all came here with nothing but that which we arrived in our previous world with. Perhaps a bit older than the first time," when he sat, she looked him up and down. Young, crowned in golden hair, she could suspect why he was the type that arrived in this particular shrine.
"Have you met many yet? Or am I your first new face, so far?"
She didn't sit, but her hands clasped in front of her. No shard to be seen -- for it was hidden underneath the high dress that covered it. Her smile was not warm -- almost courtly, but it's also not hostile.