[Maddy notes that aura of power. She straightens her back and lifts her chin as if instinctively trying to show she won't be cowed. But it's not her that Valvatorez is seeking to intimidate.
Her mouth twitches, bitterly amused, knowing, as he talks of what matters and preservation. She opens her mouth to speak. He's already gone.
The world blurs around Valvatorez. The speed at which he moves puts him far from the growls, but in exchange, he sees more and more face flying by. A running child wearing embroidered winter furs, a girl and boy whispering to each other with no other similarity between them, a sad-eyed woman and another in victorian wear whose mouth is pinched in a scowl. More face are between in fashions from all over in the past hundred years or so. There's one figure, a man's, tall and skinny, whose form seems to flicker in and out. He's almost familiar, but his form is too indistinct to parse and soon he's gone too.
Then are the mirrors splattered in red. Some have spider cracks going through them. It's as though something inside them is trying to get free.
Down one long stretch of hall is a figure he saw before, a reflection of "himself", soft smile and pink hair, her blue eyes fixed. She waits there at the end.]
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Her mouth twitches, bitterly amused, knowing, as he talks of what matters and preservation. She opens her mouth to speak. He's already gone.
The world blurs around Valvatorez. The speed at which he moves puts him far from the growls, but in exchange, he sees more and more face flying by. A running child wearing embroidered winter furs, a girl and boy whispering to each other with no other similarity between them, a sad-eyed woman and another in victorian wear whose mouth is pinched in a scowl. More face are between in fashions from all over in the past hundred years or so. There's one figure, a man's, tall and skinny, whose form seems to flicker in and out. He's almost familiar, but his form is too indistinct to parse and soon he's gone too.
Then are the mirrors splattered in red. Some have spider cracks going through them. It's as though something inside them is trying to get free.
Down one long stretch of hall is a figure he saw before, a reflection of "himself", soft smile and pink hair, her blue eyes fixed. She waits there at the end.]