[Kalmiya accepts the invitation, though (as expected) doesn't fully land, opting instead to hover a couple of inches off the ground next to Ash with her body turned slightly towards the other girl in clear listening posture.
There are a few red flags in this story. Something warned me. She knows the feeling—it's hard to trust someone, much less something. Even when the given information has merit, things rarely give without planning to take something in return.
Then there's the slight edge of hysteria that creeps into her companion's words. Like the subtle grind of metal that's starting to lose its polish. The surprisingly quiet sound of a breaking point. Kalmiya continues to regard Ash steadily and with open curiosity, taking only a beat to consider where to go from here.
You wouldn't want anything to do with me. The grinding of worn metal. The sound of someone who has a confession to make. Without judgment, Kalmiya prompts,] What did you decide to do about that?
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There are a few red flags in this story. Something warned me. She knows the feeling—it's hard to trust someone, much less something. Even when the given information has merit, things rarely give without planning to take something in return.
Then there's the slight edge of hysteria that creeps into her companion's words. Like the subtle grind of metal that's starting to lose its polish. The surprisingly quiet sound of a breaking point. Kalmiya continues to regard Ash steadily and with open curiosity, taking only a beat to consider where to go from here.
You wouldn't want anything to do with me. The grinding of worn metal. The sound of someone who has a confession to make. Without judgment, Kalmiya prompts,] What did you decide to do about that?