[ like muzét, for all her apparent aloof elegance, could ever ignore her curiosity (and longing) to engage in a private meeting. especially when… well, especially when the summon is from milla.
milla… no, of course, this isn't exactly her milla. there isn't any forgetting of that. regardless, that isn't to say there isn't still a bit of a gravitation towards her--not for the same reasons that there would be for prime milla, no, but for muzét's own reasons nevertheless. in a way, this was still her little sister. someone who was much easier to act sisterly towards, in the protective sense.
maybe it's just an itch she has. or she feels she needs to do this, as that's what a big sister would do… correct? or maybe it's simply curiosity, to try and piece together how this milla is.
whatever it's for, she arrives, and she's here. not in a direct way, however--that's not muzét's style. instead she floats down behind this milla, head slightly cocked to the side, arms spread in that majestically strange pose of hers. she's rather good at not letting the little feeling in her chest at seeing the wrapped box rise to her expression. ]
I admit I'm a little curious to hear what this stupid "this" is. [ a small smile. ] It wasn't me being late, was it?
[ not that she was. actually, she was here for a bit. just… observing. and also wondering how, exactly, to go about this. but she'll just leave those thoughts to ludger's spirit radio. ]
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milla… no, of course, this isn't exactly her milla. there isn't any forgetting of that. regardless, that isn't to say there isn't still a bit of a gravitation towards her--not for the same reasons that there would be for prime milla, no, but for muzét's own reasons nevertheless. in a way, this was still her little sister. someone who was much easier to act sisterly towards, in the protective sense.
maybe it's just an itch she has. or she feels she needs to do this, as that's what a big sister would do… correct? or maybe it's simply curiosity, to try and piece together how this milla is.
whatever it's for, she arrives, and she's here. not in a direct way, however--that's not muzét's style. instead she floats down behind this milla, head slightly cocked to the side, arms spread in that majestically strange pose of hers. she's rather good at not letting the little feeling in her chest at seeing the wrapped box rise to her expression. ]
I admit I'm a little curious to hear what this stupid "this" is. [ a small smile. ] It wasn't me being late, was it?
[ not that she was. actually, she was here for a bit. just… observing. and also wondering how, exactly, to go about this. but she'll just leave those thoughts to ludger's spirit radio. ]