Twelve keeps leaning closer the entire time that Luka and Gyre decide and, eventually, act on breaking the sword. It's only once the sword has been broken that she shifts again and--
She changes forms once again. She leans forward, once again spilling forward into the form of a small child. It's a form that she's taken before and that Gyre will recognize. No more than four feet tall, with a face covered in twelve eyes. Her body is obscured beneath a tattered black cloak, a look that will feel eerily familiar to the third day. This time she has some kind of fake hair on her head that seems to shift constantly and never settle into any form. This time, her voice comes in both Luka and Gyre's thoughts rather than their ears though still just a whisper.
"You're free." She answers, before there's a weight in Luka's hand as she reaches forward and sneaks it into his grasp.
It feels like some kind of heavy skeleton key. If he feels around it, he'll realize that it has an elaborate set of teeth at the end in some kind of design that probably has meaning to someone. Who? Who knew.
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She changes forms once again. She leans forward, once again spilling forward into the form of a small child. It's a form that she's taken before and that Gyre will recognize. No more than four feet tall, with a face covered in twelve eyes. Her body is obscured beneath a tattered black cloak, a look that will feel eerily familiar to the third day. This time she has some kind of fake hair on her head that seems to shift constantly and never settle into any form. This time, her voice comes in both Luka and Gyre's thoughts rather than their ears though still just a whisper.
"You're free." She answers, before there's a weight in Luka's hand as she reaches forward and sneaks it into his grasp.
It feels like some kind of heavy skeleton key. If he feels around it, he'll realize that it has an elaborate set of teeth at the end in some kind of design that probably has meaning to someone. Who? Who knew.
Hopefully he doesn't drop it.