[Aisling glances up from the edge and freezes--pun not intended.
Your hair. Your hair is short, but it's white and you're young--you're like her you're like her you're like--
--and then her eyes settle on eyes that are blue, not green. Not like hers.
Her face flashes from shock to hope to pain, and then settles into a half-scowl. She looks almost hurt. Because it's totally your fault you remind her of her people, yep.]
I don't care. I know where I am and what I'm looking for.
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Your hair. Your hair is short, but it's white and you're young--you're like her you're like her you're like--
--and then her eyes settle on eyes that are blue, not green. Not like hers.
Her face flashes from shock to hope to pain, and then settles into a half-scowl. She looks almost hurt. Because it's totally your fault you remind her of her people, yep.]
I don't care. I know where I am and what I'm looking for.