[ Well that's... interesting. All of that is, and she gives Silver a curious look. They stick out where no one else does, herself and the dreamer aside.
She'll address Silver before they get on over to those two though, that seems vaguely more appropriate than just walking up to some people in his dream— ] Do you know those two?
[He probably would have kept staring in silence if Liz never said anything. As it stands, he focuses on them, and for a brief moment they flash into completely different outfits and looks, with sharp gold eyes, blue pigtails that defy gravity... But then they flash back again.]
I don't know their names. Even if I did, I'm sure they'd be different.
[His voice is surprisingly quiet, but his hesitance doesn't stop them- or at least Gold- from barreling in with entirely too much energy and eagerness.]
-Hey, excuse me! Yeah you, with the really light hair! Hey ████, how long do you think it took to get her hair like that?
[Crys, on the other hand, looks stern and exasperated, but is otherwise silent... Or silent might not be the best word for it. She's definitely saying something, but it isn't audible to anyone. He doesn't have to fill in all the details, after all. Just the emotions and enough context for it to still be a nightmare.]
[ Oh jeez, that's so much energy— and only one of them has a real voice, and Elizabeth glances at Silver, then glances at them, and... ah, memory people... She squeezes his hand, lips pressed together tightly, then smiles pleasantly at their new company just as quickly.
Don't worry, she's here. She can carry this for the both of them; she has no trouble talking to people's dreams, their memories, whatever. It's her own she has an issue with, naturally. ]
It's a little more polite to ask the person you're talking about, isn't it? [ My, my. It's a sort of politely scolding tone. ] For your question, though... It took only a night. My hair wasn't much darker than this before regardless.
Right, right! So anyway, do you know any good places to eat around here?
[Silver... Looks like he's about to speak up, but. Nope. He's standing next to Liz like she's worried that she'll disappear and leave him alone with the ambiguous memory people.]
We just moved to Recolle a couple of weeks ago.
[It looks like Crys can chime in too, at least sometimes. She's much more polite and better spoken than Gold.]
[ But just suddenly leaving would be rude? Elizabeth hesitates, then shakes her head to Gold and Crys. ]
Not around here, no. Despite living in Recolle for almost a year now, I haven't made myself very familiar with many dining establishments... My apologies. I wish you the best of luck in finding one, however. My friend and I must be going. [ That's a polite out. Sorry about her manners. ] We have a few others we're meeting up with, and we'll certainly be treated to some sort of... ah, punishment, if we're late. Isn't that right?
[Gold and Crys both look at each other, then look around... Then finally make their way back to Liz with equally puzzled expressions.]
Your friend? What friend are you talking about?
Is someone with you?
[If Elizabeth weren't trying to move him along, Silver may have very well fallen to the ground just then, but as it stands, her presence is what compels him to run like mad, as far away as he can from the center point of this nightmare.]
[ ...Now who's being rude—she frowns at them, but doesn't have the time to reprimand them properly before she's being pulled along by Silver. At least she can keep up with him. ]
That was rather awful of them to say, wasn't it? [ Really, terribly awful? ] You're a very striking young man, Silver, I can't see how anyone could miss you.
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[ Well that's... interesting. All of that is, and she gives Silver a curious look. They stick out where no one else does, herself and the dreamer aside.
She'll address Silver before they get on over to those two though, that seems vaguely more appropriate than just walking up to some people in his dream— ] Do you know those two?
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[He probably would have kept staring in silence if Liz never said anything. As it stands, he focuses on them, and for a brief moment they flash into completely different outfits and looks, with sharp gold eyes, blue pigtails that defy gravity... But then they flash back again.]
I don't know their names. Even if I did, I'm sure they'd be different.
[His voice is surprisingly quiet, but his hesitance doesn't stop them- or at least Gold- from barreling in with entirely too much energy and eagerness.]
-Hey, excuse me! Yeah you, with the really light hair! Hey ████, how long do you think it took to get her hair like that?
[Crys, on the other hand, looks stern and exasperated, but is otherwise silent... Or silent might not be the best word for it. She's definitely saying something, but it isn't audible to anyone. He doesn't have to fill in all the details, after all. Just the emotions and enough context for it to still be a nightmare.]
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Don't worry, she's here. She can carry this for the both of them; she has no trouble talking to people's dreams, their memories, whatever. It's her own she has an issue with, naturally. ]
It's a little more polite to ask the person you're talking about, isn't it? [ My, my. It's a sort of politely scolding tone. ] For your question, though... It took only a night. My hair wasn't much darker than this before regardless.
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[Silver... Looks like he's about to speak up, but. Nope. He's standing next to Liz like she's worried that she'll disappear and leave him alone with the ambiguous memory people.]
We just moved to Recolle a couple of weeks ago.
[It looks like Crys can chime in too, at least sometimes. She's much more polite and better spoken than Gold.]
Hey Liz, can't we leave?
[It's abrupt and uncharacteristically nervous.]
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Not around here, no. Despite living in Recolle for almost a year now, I haven't made myself very familiar with many dining establishments... My apologies. I wish you the best of luck in finding one, however. My friend and I must be going. [ That's a polite out. Sorry about her manners. ] We have a few others we're meeting up with, and we'll certainly be treated to some sort of... ah, punishment, if we're late. Isn't that right?
[ Right, Silver?? ...Please go with her... ]
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Your friend? What friend are you talking about?
Is someone with you?
[If Elizabeth weren't trying to move him along, Silver may have very well fallen to the ground just then, but as it stands, her presence is what compels him to run like mad, as far away as he can from the center point of this nightmare.]
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That was rather awful of them to say, wasn't it? [ Really, terribly awful? ] You're a very striking young man, Silver, I can't see how anyone could miss you.