[ She walks like them, the Mineral Witches. That sense of kindness with something harsh underneath, like grass on concrete, if there were such a thing. Having his room taken over by such a commanding presence only reminds him of his place in the world, so he accepts the invasion. ]
Philippa.
[ Her name is on his tongue and in his mind now. (Her eyes are like Agate's, but her smile is Mother Aegirine's.) The only mark he can think of is the one he woke up with, pointed out to him at a later time: 'Niez', they called him. He lifts his finger to press down on the lower eyelid of the left eye, a diamond shape resting on a horizontal line drawn on a blue iris. ]
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Philippa.
[ Her name is on his tongue and in his mind now. (Her eyes are like Agate's, but her smile is Mother Aegirine's.) The only mark he can think of is the one he woke up with, pointed out to him at a later time: 'Niez', they called him. He lifts his finger to press down on the lower eyelid of the left eye, a diamond shape resting on a horizontal line drawn on a blue iris. ]
Here.