( Lydia looks down at the letter in her hand, a letter which says so much, but tells her so little, and then to the antler-handled basket in her other hand. what is she supposed to do with any of this? where is she supposed to go? back to the empty townhome she woke up in? and do what?
the voice is quiet, but it still snaps surprise down Lydia's spine, and she whips around with a round expression. a woman, taller than her and pale-haired, but not pastel-oriented like Princess Peach who just snubbed her. )
'Us?'( she doesn't get it. even if she's still holding this letter right here in front of the both of them, it feels as though none of it makes sense. citizens and visitors — is that what the woman means?
but if someone is visiting, then they can't be stuck here for very long, right? ) What are we, then? ( what's the deal with these monochromatic people, who are they, and why are they so different from them? )
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the voice is quiet, but it still snaps surprise down Lydia's spine, and she whips around with a round expression. a woman, taller than her and pale-haired, but not pastel-oriented like Princess Peach who just snubbed her. )
'Us?' ( she doesn't get it. even if she's still holding this letter right here in front of the both of them, it feels as though none of it makes sense. citizens and visitors — is that what the woman means?
but if someone is visiting, then they can't be stuck here for very long, right? ) What are we, then? ( what's the deal with these monochromatic people, who are they, and why are they so different from them? )