"This is the first place I've stood in this world that felt--right," she says, rising from the ground and brushing the earth from her fingers. In the starless dark so reminiscent of home, the black iris of her black eyes widens.
She pulls herself into her most formal and correct posture, the one that makes easy to understand her diminutive height and wraith-like proportions. She unzips her hoodie and lets the white bones of her corselet shine in the dimness.
She touches Ingress's shoulder. "Is my makeup in place?"
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Date: 2020-10-10 03:57 am (UTC)She pulls herself into her most formal and correct posture, the one that makes easy to understand her diminutive height and wraith-like proportions. She unzips her hoodie and lets the white bones of her corselet shine in the dimness.
She touches Ingress's shoulder. "Is my makeup in place?"