Oh! I used to spend a lot of time in the Akadimaïkós District, I know exactly where you mean. I'll see you shortly! ♪
[ thanks to Set's cornerstone, it doesn't take nearly as long to get back from the Beyond as it should. the extra time even gives her the opportunity to swing by a bakery, intending to make the best impression she can under the circumstances. walking around Springstar isn't exactly pleasant right now, between her own aversion to the ever-present sunlight and the wary looks she receives in her current state from those aligned with Meridian, but the former is mitigated with a parasol and she's well-accustomed to the latter. so she seems cheery, despite her appearance, as she politely steps inside the café.
unsettling is an understatement. proximity to Gen during their beach vacation had kept things from getting any worse – it did nothing to dial back the transformation that has already come over her. shadows cling to her, viscous as oil; the tips of her golden hair are like the dark tendrils of a living creature; her clothes hang from her pale body in writhing, blackened strips; in the shade cast beneath her parasol and under her skirts, wraithlike hands grasp at her ankles and her throat. blinking as her vision adjusts from the light outside, her blue eyes luminous against the pitch black of her sclera, she looks more ghost than girl.
but when she spots Dokja, she beams sunnily at him and offers a box of assorted pastries wrapped with a tidy bow. ]
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[ thanks to Set's cornerstone, it doesn't take nearly as long to get back from the Beyond as it should. the extra time even gives her the opportunity to swing by a bakery, intending to make the best impression she can under the circumstances. walking around Springstar isn't exactly pleasant right now, between her own aversion to the ever-present sunlight and the wary looks she receives in her current state from those aligned with Meridian, but the former is mitigated with a parasol and she's well-accustomed to the latter. so she seems cheery, despite her appearance, as she politely steps inside the café.
unsettling is an understatement. proximity to Gen during their beach vacation had kept things from getting any worse – it did nothing to dial back the transformation that has already come over her. shadows cling to her, viscous as oil; the tips of her golden hair are like the dark tendrils of a living creature; her clothes hang from her pale body in writhing, blackened strips; in the shade cast beneath her parasol and under her skirts, wraithlike hands grasp at her ankles and her throat. blinking as her vision adjusts from the light outside, her blue eyes luminous against the pitch black of her sclera, she looks more ghost than girl.
but when she spots Dokja, she beams sunnily at him and offers a box of assorted pastries wrapped with a tidy bow. ]
It's very nice to meet you again, Signor Dokja!