The Twenty Second Trial

[hot_mess_express]

Who: You
When: Day 49, Morning
Where:

The entrance today is a huge, ornate stone archway. A gossamer veil glittering like starlight upon water hangs inside it, fluttering as if caught in a gentle breeze. It's impossible to say what might lie beyond; even if you walk around the other side — and it's perfectly possible to do so — you just see the same thing.

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Comments

[beeknighted]

Your voice is similar, and your hair is still the same colour. There's a lot of it.

[Shifting, he doesn't want to touch her hair without her permission because that seems rude but it sure is all over him]

[featherbeaned]

There's so, so, so, so much. So much. [ And she is so very proud of it. The weirdly cat ear-like tufts twitch happily. ]

It's good, isn't it? Do you like it?

[beeknighted]

Uhm...

[Takes a proper look at her, tilting his head, then nodding.]

You did a good job. You look pretty.

1/2

[featherbeaned]

[ p r e e n s ]

I am.

[featherbeaned]

And so are you!

[ She finally manages to sit up properly, flopping off to the side to let him up as well. Her hair is still everywhere. ]

[beeknighted]

I am? Thank you.

[Pushing himself up out from under the hair, back on his feet]

[featherbeaned]

You are! Very pretty. Very fluffy.

[ Clambers up after him, wobbling like a baby deer. ]

[beeknighted]

I've got nothing on you. Try walking heel to toe.

[featherbeaned]

But your eyes!

[ Step, step ... teeter - step! ]

[beeknighted]

My eyes are fluffy?

[featherbeaned]

No, they're pretty! Just look at them!

[beeknighted]

I don't have a mirror, sorry.