[ Honerva had felt Pyra work, but mostly kept her eyes closed in the silence that had fallen over them. It was quiet, peaceful, perhaps only with the rise and fall of the voices across the room. A moment given to rest, to let the gentle braiding quiet her thoughts that had threatened to overrun.
And then Pyra finishes, and speaks. She opens her eyes.
And then she slowly moves her arm, tracing an oval in the air in front of them. The air shimmers, glows with hints of violet, and forms a mirror to catch their reflections in. Lovely is never a word she would apply to herself, but this... she can appreciate. The craft of it, if nothing else. ]
The work you have done is lovely.
[ A gentle correction. If her hair was ever styled like this before it was long ago in a time she could no longer remember, when her hair was not white. ]
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And then Pyra finishes, and speaks. She opens her eyes.
And then she slowly moves her arm, tracing an oval in the air in front of them. The air shimmers, glows with hints of violet, and forms a mirror to catch their reflections in. Lovely is never a word she would apply to herself, but this... she can appreciate. The craft of it, if nothing else. ]
The work you have done is lovely.
[ A gentle correction. If her hair was ever styled like this before it was long ago in a time she could no longer remember, when her hair was not white. ]