She wears a thin red collar around her neck, manipulated by her magic to allow her to play by Rubilykskoye's rules while remaining on brand. She can't help but overhear the conversation (it's a little difficult being a telepath in the town sometimes and she happened to be walking by).
She stops, clasping her hands together in front of her. Her smile's soft; all of this must be overwhelming to someone new.
hearts festival — cuffgate
She wears a thin red collar around her neck, manipulated by her magic to allow her to play by Rubilykskoye's rules while remaining on brand. She can't help but overhear the conversation (it's a little difficult being a telepath in the town sometimes and she happened to be walking by).
She stops, clasping her hands together in front of her. Her smile's soft; all of this must be overwhelming to someone new.
"Are you allergic to a different type of metal?"
She can fix this. Maybe.