[ Her hand brushes the back of her neck, looking over the wares on display while the sellers see about entertaining other customers. It's when she hears the voice nearby that she happens to glance over, a reactionary smile, polite, already starting to set in over her features.
The voice sinks in. It's not one she recognizes, though that's hardly the point. The moment she makes eye contact with the man, there's a jolt of uncertainty that signals an uncomfortable familiarity.
She doesn't know his name. She doesn't need to. The eyes unsettle her enough. ]
I--
[ Her hand falls, coming to rest at her side. She doesn't quite turn towards Kadaj, though every instinct rings alarm in her frame. Silver hair, those bright green eyes. You're seeing things, the rational mind says, but she can't pretend it isn't uncanny. ]
I don't think we've met before. [ That's what she says first. ] But you--
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The voice sinks in. It's not one she recognizes, though that's hardly the point. The moment she makes eye contact with the man, there's a jolt of uncertainty that signals an uncomfortable familiarity.
She doesn't know his name. She doesn't need to. The eyes unsettle her enough. ]
I--
[ Her hand falls, coming to rest at her side. She doesn't quite turn towards Kadaj, though every instinct rings alarm in her frame. Silver hair, those bright green eyes. You're seeing things, the rational mind says, but she can't pretend it isn't uncanny. ]
I don't think we've met before. [ That's what she says first. ] But you--
[ You remind me of someone else. ]
Who are you?