[No sarcasm here. None at all. Mirei genuinely doesn't know, and she definitely doesn't have the understanding or the experience to make so much as an educated guess herself. Has to work harder. Has to speak to people, read everything she can get her hands upon. It's not right to be this ignorant, this long after arrival: or to be this unable to so much as protect herself. She has to try harder.
[Mirei is still, scarcely daring to breathe when she doesn't have to: she's very still. But she notices when the vines wound about her right arm fall slack, and suddenly all she can think about is freeing herself, now--
[Just like that she's struggling again, twisting against the vines and the briars, and it hardly seems to matter that she's seen where that gets you. No consequences now, though, no point of light darting toward her to dance before her eyes. All that happens is her arm slips free, a bracelet of brambles still wound about her wrist, and for a moment Mirei simply stares at her own hand as if she's never seen anything like it in her life before she's pulling Wendy into a clumsy, one-armed hug.]
Wendy... thank you, pri.
[They're not home yet, she knows.
[She's just finally started believing they all might get there.]
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[No sarcasm here. None at all. Mirei genuinely doesn't know, and she definitely doesn't have the understanding or the experience to make so much as an educated guess herself. Has to work harder. Has to speak to people, read everything she can get her hands upon. It's not right to be this ignorant, this long after arrival: or to be this unable to so much as protect herself. She has to try harder.
[Mirei is still, scarcely daring to breathe when she doesn't have to: she's very still. But she notices when the vines wound about her right arm fall slack, and suddenly all she can think about is freeing herself, now--
[Just like that she's struggling again, twisting against the vines and the briars, and it hardly seems to matter that she's seen where that gets you. No consequences now, though, no point of light darting toward her to dance before her eyes. All that happens is her arm slips free, a bracelet of brambles still wound about her wrist, and for a moment Mirei simply stares at her own hand as if she's never seen anything like it in her life before she's pulling Wendy into a clumsy, one-armed hug.]
Wendy... thank you, pri.
[They're not home yet, she knows.
[She's just finally started believing they all might get there.]