[ Qetzi's brows pinch, a pulse of confusion. But then... well. Why shouldn't others be more kindhearted and pleasant. She remembers when she'd been able to smile easily, and the memory pinches somewhere deep and painful in her heart.
A gust of wind, from nowhere at all, stirs her hair and her jacket. The sign of her faerie curse stirring, responding to her emotions and subverting her control... She starts to open her mouth to speak, driven by a will other than her own. But she abruptly slaps her hand over her mouth with a muffled grunt of frustration.
Her eyes flicker up at Lorem, angry and vulnerable in one look. ]
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A gust of wind, from nowhere at all, stirs her hair and her jacket. The sign of her faerie curse stirring, responding to her emotions and subverting her control... She starts to open her mouth to speak, driven by a will other than her own. But she abruptly slaps her hand over her mouth with a muffled grunt of frustration.
Her eyes flicker up at Lorem, angry and vulnerable in one look. ]