[ Her stomach lurches nervously in this place, fear and excitement commingling in a tense knot. Kami holds her drink cupped between two hands like a toy ball, the cool glass a comfort pressed against her chest. Magic is real, there are strange women in the woods, so the existence of fairies doesn't shock her as much as it should. It's what they might want that sets her ill at ease, and the gnawing wonder in her mind at where they draw their power from.
When she catches the other girl's eyes from across the room, she makes a harried dash to approach her, desperate for some human company, something real.
Besides, she's never been one to let someone fade away if she can help it. ]
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When she catches the other girl's eyes from across the room, she makes a harried dash to approach her, desperate for some human company, something real.
Besides, she's never been one to let someone fade away if she can help it. ]
Do you mind if I sit - er, stand with you?