[ it's been years now since she last heard a word of Spanish, and yet a part of her that lived far longer as █████ than she has as Rudbeckia de Borgia very nearly opens her mouth and replies, naturally as breathing – Bienvenida, ¿cómo está? the reflex is side-tracked, fortunately, by the intensity of emotion that hits like a blow to the chest, knocking the wind from her. an utterly foreign emotion, not because of the source but the nature of it: pure and vibrant, blinding in its intensity.
without any conscious decision, Rudbeckia recoils from the Stargazer connection as best she can, a prey animal fleeing into the safety of a dark corner. there's no trace of that particular reaction on her face, though; she beams at Quetzalcoatl, warm and rosy-cheeked. ]
Yes, Rudbeckia de Borgia, but I like Ruby! It's my pleasure, signora. [ she lifts her skirts as she bends in a curtsey, and then turns her attention to Set: ] I'm sorry, I just thought that as your — um, attendant? I should serve your guests as well, especially...
[ the precise words of Set's scolding finally catch up with her, smile frozen in place. ]
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without any conscious decision, Rudbeckia recoils from the Stargazer connection as best she can, a prey animal fleeing into the safety of a dark corner. there's no trace of that particular reaction on her face, though; she beams at Quetzalcoatl, warm and rosy-cheeked. ]
Yes, Rudbeckia de Borgia, but I like Ruby! It's my pleasure, signora. [ she lifts her skirts as she bends in a curtsey, and then turns her attention to Set: ] I'm sorry, I just thought that as your — um, attendant? I should serve your guests as well, especially...
[ the precise words of Set's scolding finally catch up with her, smile frozen in place. ]
... Did you say another god?
[ TWO OF THEM? ]