[To be honest, Lucy didn't know what, exactly, the Spinnato Manor looked like—she'd heard about it, and expected an ominous, creepy murder house. This was not one of those things. She'd spent some time lurking outside the grand windows, peering through the warmly lit glass. Then a ghost invited her in, unprompted—no, welcomed.
And Lucy had followed, her usual paranoia strangely absent. Being reminded of what an outsider she was made her feel...complicated. Usually bad. But not this time.
She wasn't making an effort to hide her presence in the house. But she was harder to spot now. Her hair wasn't pink, her eyes weren't red; both had faded into a nondescript grey. Her horns were still in place, though, sticking out of her hair as they always did.
Lucy wandered a number of places around the estate; near an open window, outside in the gardens, on a dock jutting out into the lagoon. Always places where there was a bit of a breeze—where the whispers were loudest. You've come a long way—Minako's voice. I'm proud of you—fainter, but unmistakably her mother. Even the little girl in her memories, excitedly exclaiming how amazing her powers were to see—not how scary or unnatural they were.
There was a faint smile on Lucy's monochromatic face while she watched the koi or the scenery without seeing them at all.
Occasionally, though, she definitely was paying attention to the fish. Her expression was more focused, though her voice still seemed to have the edges filed off.]
Think we're supposed to catch them?
III.
[Lucy was glad she hadn't brought Noriko with her. Though the dog had seemed to have gotten used to many strange things lately, being swarmed by bear cubs and deer and birds would probably be a bit much to handle. As it was, the puppy would probably be very interested in her shoes and probably attack the laces later.
Her owner, however, was delighted. Smiling in a way that didn't move her mouth but crinkled her eyes, Lucy didn't even glare at any witnesses while she scratched a wolf pup's big ears. Birds perched contentedly on her shoulders while she knelt there, and a small monkey had clambered up her arm. She was kind of hogging the animals in this part of the woods.]
You're cute.
[Markedly less cute, though, was the hatchet stuck in a stump nearby. It was almost in arm's reach.]
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[To be honest, Lucy didn't know what, exactly, the Spinnato Manor looked like—she'd heard about it, and expected an ominous, creepy murder house. This was not one of those things. She'd spent some time lurking outside the grand windows, peering through the warmly lit glass. Then a ghost invited her in, unprompted—no, welcomed.
And Lucy had followed, her usual paranoia strangely absent. Being reminded of what an outsider she was made her feel...complicated. Usually bad. But not this time.
She wasn't making an effort to hide her presence in the house. But she was harder to spot now. Her hair wasn't pink, her eyes weren't red; both had faded into a nondescript grey. Her horns were still in place, though, sticking out of her hair as they always did.
Lucy wandered a number of places around the estate; near an open window, outside in the gardens, on a dock jutting out into the lagoon. Always places where there was a bit of a breeze—where the whispers were loudest. You've come a long way—Minako's voice. I'm proud of you—fainter, but unmistakably her mother. Even the little girl in her memories, excitedly exclaiming how amazing her powers were to see—not how scary or unnatural they were.
There was a faint smile on Lucy's monochromatic face while she watched the koi or the scenery without seeing them at all.
Occasionally, though, she definitely was paying attention to the fish. Her expression was more focused, though her voice still seemed to have the edges filed off.]
Think we're supposed to catch them?
III.
[Lucy was glad she hadn't brought Noriko with her. Though the dog had seemed to have gotten used to many strange things lately, being swarmed by bear cubs and deer and birds would probably be a bit much to handle. As it was, the puppy would probably be very interested in her shoes and probably attack the laces later.
Her owner, however, was delighted. Smiling in a way that didn't move her mouth but crinkled her eyes, Lucy didn't even glare at any witnesses while she scratched a wolf pup's big ears. Birds perched contentedly on her shoulders while she knelt there, and a small monkey had clambered up her arm. She was kind of hogging the animals in this part of the woods.]
You're cute.
[Markedly less cute, though, was the hatchet stuck in a stump nearby. It was almost in arm's reach.]
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