//in the center of the thread room sits a small girl, probably barely even twelve, and a skin-and-bones thin one at that. not that you can really see much of her shape under the ill-fitting tunic, belts, undershirt, and leggings. bandages wrap over the middle of her face, some wrapping above her left eye but otherwise just over the bridge of her nose. her hair is an uneven, choppy mess of black waves with the front braided back to reveal a sunken and rather hollow face and a pair of bright green eyes. one of her hands is poised above the sheath of a dagger on her belt. eris and helene are standing to each side of the girl, who you assume to be the aforementioned kasia. when she speaks up, there is somewhat of a cockney accent in her voice.//
you do know i can just 'port away, right?
kasia, i know everything about you. of course i know you can teleport. youre my oc for mods sake. just let the folks say hi.
does she know i contained her magic to this room?
i do now
not that its a problem or anything, theres no chance you could possibly get me to reverse it until this is over.
give me one halfway decent reason you have to rope me into this
because people enjoy hearing about you
oh god no youve told people about me
course i have //turns to the reader// ok dont mind any of this just ask m girl some questions and such and shell answer
no way in hell
yeah way in hell
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