[ Ori, meanwhile, leans a little more towards the fancier end - a pastel blue wrap dress, simple and form-fitting, with delicate lace around the edges. Her bracelet is thin but sparkling all the same, with the earrings to match. All subdued, but still a quiet showing of wealth. Her looks have always been a useful tool, and not even her growing anxiety will stop her looking her very best as always.
And with her own eyes uncovered, the odd swirl of pink and purple soon focus on him as he steps closer.
She notes, with a twist in her chest, that he doesn't seem much taller than her. A cursory glance over tells her that's probably due to the heels, and it makes her remember when she was younger; lording over her twin that she was taller. She swallows that memory down as she focuses on the stranger.
Then he speaks, and it feels like something something is clutching at her throat, tight and burning. There's a familiarity there that's impossible to ignore, as it tugs all the more incessantly at the back of her mind.
She has to be overthinking this. There's no way, it's been years- ]
Good morning to you too. And yes, that's right. [ There's a smile back - if there's a strain she's just simply tired - as she desperately tries to ignore everything piling up. It's just a coincidence, that's all there is to it.
But can she even say that's what this is, at this point?
So her hand reaches to shake his, attempting to keep her own grip firm as well; make it easier to hide the faint tremble that's developed. ]
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And with her own eyes uncovered, the odd swirl of pink and purple soon focus on him as he steps closer.
She notes, with a twist in her chest, that he doesn't seem much taller than her. A cursory glance over tells her that's probably due to the heels, and it makes her remember when she was younger; lording over her twin that she was taller. She swallows that memory down as she focuses on the stranger.
Then he speaks, and it feels like something something is clutching at her throat, tight and burning. There's a familiarity there that's impossible to ignore, as it tugs all the more incessantly at the back of her mind.
She has to be overthinking this. There's no way, it's been years- ]
Good morning to you too. And yes, that's right. [ There's a smile back - if there's a strain she's just simply tired - as she desperately tries to ignore everything piling up. It's just a coincidence, that's all there is to it.
But can she even say that's what this is, at this point?
So her hand reaches to shake his, attempting to keep her own grip firm as well; make it easier to hide the faint tremble that's developed. ]
Aventurine, correct?