xsilurian:

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               [ Emerald eyes which matched soft scales, 
                 moved upwards to her’s, blinking simply.
                 Different ; yet something  n e w.

        ❝Are you a mutant of some kind?
                       Or just not of this world?❞ 

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            [ Her sanity not being questioned is a happy
              change of pace. The word choice —- not 
              so much. ]

     
❝ I’m human. I just hear the music. Well…
         maybe there is a mutation. Your guess
         is as good as mine. ❞