[ She dismisses the snow, and it gradually peters to a stop, barely settling on the soil and grass. It will melt with haste, leaving no trace of itself behind. Just how Ranni likes to operate.
The wolf-eared girl is correct: whatever has created this reality feels more powerful than illusions or mere conjuration. It feels like something wild, something emotional. Is there a clever mastermind behind this, or a mad mind barely aware of what it has done?
She reaches up and fits her fingertips at the edges of the strange mask upon her face, tugging it off. Holding it in four pairs of hands, she turns it around to study it. The urge to put it back is disgustingly strong. It's finely made, but strangely shaped, designed for concealing the eyes but wholly revealing the mouth and jaw. Something symbolic, perhaps? ]
Thou'rt wise to be wary. Perhaps it will keep thee alive longer than most. I sense this reality will not be stable long, but what it will become, I do not know.
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[ She dismisses the snow, and it gradually peters to a stop, barely settling on the soil and grass. It will melt with haste, leaving no trace of itself behind. Just how Ranni likes to operate.
The wolf-eared girl is correct: whatever has created this reality feels more powerful than illusions or mere conjuration. It feels like something wild, something emotional. Is there a clever mastermind behind this, or a mad mind barely aware of what it has done?
She reaches up and fits her fingertips at the edges of the strange mask upon her face, tugging it off. Holding it in four pairs of hands, she turns it around to study it. The urge to put it back is disgustingly strong. It's finely made, but strangely shaped, designed for concealing the eyes but wholly revealing the mouth and jaw. Something symbolic, perhaps? ]
Thou'rt wise to be wary.
Perhaps it will keep thee alive longer than most.
I sense this reality will not be stable long,
but what it will become, I do not know.