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Even after Reese had left the scene, the chaos continued. Artemisia's demeanour shifted in an instant, as if a demon had unburied itself from underneath her skin, snorting fire and bile at Justice… Much of it in French. Or was that Lebanese?
Lucie's confidence didn't falter in the slightest. Freddie stared at her with wide-eyed awe, feeling the slightest bit bad at everyone's ire towards her.
"Actually, Ishara come with."
"Huh?... Me?" Freddie asked, pointing to herself. She took the wave that came as confirmation, stood up, and followed.
The bathroom. Freddie stood beside Lucie, her dim blue eyes darting between their reflections. Despite the peculiar, silvery hair they shared, they couldn't be more different. Lucie's hair was finely coiffed and straight, like the finest Egyptian silk, carrying a neatness shared by her wardrobe.
"You know… you definitely look the part… of a Princess," she mused aloud. Freddie hung her head. Hers, meanwhile, was a mess of waves and knots. She couldn't even remember when she last brushed her hair… or if she even had a brush.
Freddie paused, giving herself a moment to digest those thoughts, then turned lazily towards Lucie. "...So anyway… what can I help you with, Luce…?"
Her eyes lit up with the glint of an idea. "Would you like…."Freddie flicked her hand, and candied beans appeared between the tips of her fingers, each a different and vivid colour. "...Some… 'jelly beans?'"
Freddie wiggled her brows in anticipation.