She suddenly had the strong feeling that she had seen something outside of the domain intended for her ocular globes - which she'd been feeling almost as strongly had been narrowing even as the dewy dawn of her second life had increased the clarity with which she observed it. So he was a being of the light in some way. Like how she was a daughter of the day. But... somehow she doubted that this stranger would exactly jump at the self-descriptor of "a creature of sin", unlike her. The sunlight meant something different entirely on Earth, maybe more similar to what it had on Prospit. But... that had been so long ago. What was the date of its destruction now - eleven months? She still described herself as "6" just as she would have before, but now she was certainly 14 years old, though to her that inferior measurement of relative age didn't matter anymore. Not since she'd been turned, and to be honest for a while before she had taken to wearing real makeup on both her lips and eyes. Back in her own universe, she had taken the presence of colors for granted. Not anymore. Not in her old white hell and not in her current gray purgatory.
Well, she couldn't let this meeting go by uncommemorated, and so it was that she ended up awkwardly raising her dextral extremity in the greeting gesture known universally (at least in her experience), as a "wave".
shhhhhh YOU'RE UNVEILING MY DARK SECRETS TO LOOKING REMOTELY GOOD AT ART
She suddenly had the strong feeling that she had seen something outside of the domain intended for her ocular globes - which she'd been feeling almost as strongly had been narrowing even as the dewy dawn of her second life had increased the clarity with which she observed it. So he was a being of the light in some way. Like how she was a daughter of the day. But... somehow she doubted that this stranger would exactly jump at the self-descriptor of "a creature of sin", unlike her. The sunlight meant something different entirely on Earth, maybe more similar to what it had on Prospit. But... that had been so long ago. What was the date of its destruction now - eleven months? She still described herself as "6" just as she would have before, but now she was certainly 14 years old, though to her that inferior measurement of relative age didn't matter anymore. Not since she'd been turned, and to be honest for a while before she had taken to wearing real makeup on both her lips and eyes. Back in her own universe, she had taken the presence of colors for granted. Not anymore. Not in her old white hell and not in her current gray purgatory.
Well, she couldn't let this meeting go by uncommemorated, and so it was that she ended up awkwardly raising her dextral extremity in the greeting gesture known universally (at least in her experience), as a "wave".
"Hi there, uh... I'm Kanaya Maryam; it's nice to meet you." There. Dialoglog accomplished.