MCP13 “Relieved?” She asks, and I certainly am.

“I…look, I’ve seen a lot of faces, or faces within faces or whatever weird witchery ya’ll have goin’ here,” I suck in my breath. “But you’re unrefined Gorgeous, to me. Is that a trick?” “Thank you, no trick.” A tiny pause. “None of us thought this of you, honestly. Not at first.” My face clearly shows her I understand nothing about what she’s said. The color, returned and renewed, sings and lulls and wraps and just does everything I can ever want from a color. And she essentially embodies it. “Desirable, we expected. We all bet she’d meet you, but instead, it’s me.” Her smile turns wider. “And that makes me very happy. I don’t meet many Folk, you know. That’s how it is, here.”