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[lying_fragment]

[It's late in the day, slowly becoming night, and Namine is still working on several drawings in the library at one of the tables. Her previous drawings are scattered across the table, morbid pictures of broken glass and stained papers. There's a picture of Simon with some poor "patient", another of Vexen, and plenty of Riqis in there as well.

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[madeinmirrors]

[There's nothing to watch, there's no one in that room, but judging from the people rushing in bathingsuits through the hallways...well, Riqis is envious of them. He's been in recovery from new retractable heel-spurs for the past week or so, and only now does he find himself able to walk again, the additions almost adjusted, but still making him feel sore and wobbly in the ankles. Thankfully, Vexen allows him painkillers for those.

He wanders past the library when a familiar flash of white draws his attention, and he pauses in the doorway...usually this is Zexion's haunt, but maybe she's favored this place over the sun room today because she means to see him...of course not the case, but the boy can hope, leaning casually in the great oak doorframe, informing her non-chalantly as he dares.]

There's a party at the beach, on the other side.

[lying_fragment]

[She looks up and makes eye contact with him, glancing back at one of her sheets of paper: Arland and Namine on the beach the night before, holding hands in the dark. She nods.]

I know. They're having fun. Many of the others are trying to watch.

[And she makes no move to get up.]

[madeinmirrors]

[So today is an acknowledge him day. Well that's a start.]

And you're not?

[He questions curiously, cocking his head, tempted to move closer and look at her work but holding back...it only hurts, whenever he dares.]

What do you do for fun, princess, besides drawing?

[lying_fragment]

[Her hand continues across the paper for several moments, until she decides to stop and look up at him. Is he going to keep asking questions? Pretend to be nice and win her over?]

Read, sometimes. I have work to do for the Queen.

[guidetouprising]

[Standing somewhere in the midsts of mirror!Namine, is the normal!Ovan. He overhears the comment about the cat]

One can only hope that it will end one way or another. But....with every end, comes a 'rebirth'....

[lying_fragment]

And if there's not?

[guidetouprising]

Then one will have to be made.

[lying_fragment]

You seem confident.