[Even with her own awful laughter resonating from places that feel outside of her own body, an unconscious rotation of the ears allows the new voice to carry over the din, her hearing now painfully sensitive with the exponential growth of her ears.
She whips her head towards the source of the words in a motion too extreme for her neck's natural range. Though her awful smile remains obscured behind a veil, her reflective eyes are wide and wild as they gaze out the holes of her mask, her tails lashing wildly as she beholds the too-bright source of the voice. The words she manages to shape are no less hysterical than her laughter, and they echo in multiple dissonant layers of Kalmiya's voice.] Calm? Sway— sway?
[Another peal of cackling, this time ragged with an edge of desperation.] No one— no one sways me! [She belongs to no one but herself. Not ever and not now, and the horrible burning sting of her new skin is the proof; this was not meant for her. She was not meant to be here.
And yet. And yet— it feels good. It hurts, it's horrible, it's powerful, it's real, despite the dream and because of the dream. It feels more painfully like her than the body she was born in ever did.
That's why she laughs. What else can she do with such a terrible gift?]
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She whips her head towards the source of the words in a motion too extreme for her neck's natural range. Though her awful smile remains obscured behind a veil, her reflective eyes are wide and wild as they gaze out the holes of her mask, her tails lashing wildly as she beholds the too-bright source of the voice. The words she manages to shape are no less hysterical than her laughter, and they echo in multiple dissonant layers of Kalmiya's voice.] Calm? Sway— sway?
[Another peal of cackling, this time ragged with an edge of desperation.] No one— no one sways me! [She belongs to no one but herself. Not ever and not now, and the horrible burning sting of her new skin is the proof; this was not meant for her. She was not meant to be here.
And yet. And yet— it feels good. It hurts, it's horrible, it's powerful, it's real, despite the dream and because of the dream. It feels more painfully like her than the body she was born in ever did.
That's why she laughs. What else can she do with such a terrible gift?]