[ Somewhere back in Apollo's temple, a presence that used to merely leave dollops of hot water about now also drops a tuft of cotton. A faint whisper, like a teakettle, greets a new piece of itself - and evolves.
Hibiki knows nothing of either of these events. She's offstage, doing whatever it she does when she flees in distress. Which is, no doubt, magnificent and graceful.
Perhaps she'll take a short break from filming for now.... ]
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Hibiki knows nothing of either of these events. She's offstage, doing whatever it she does when she flees in distress. Which is, no doubt, magnificent and graceful.
Perhaps she'll take a short break from filming for now.... ]