[ Each scene laid before her in ice is another thing that Akua understood, in her own way, as she passed through the pathway. Hayame's own steps slowed before her, and Akua's sped up, hoping that she could catch up to her, even as the woman's pas was laid bare before her. She watched the signs of it -- she had always known Hayame was a hard woman, but -- there were signs of great horror, and suffering in these moments. The Armless one like her, with his head nearly to the point of an arrow -- she paused.
Did some of her people become like that, or was it simply an accident? An illness?
Lips pursed, she turned back to the Jinba, to follow closer, to catch her. She could see the fire and fury in these past moments of Hayame's life, and oh -- she knew it Well. She knew it as well as she knew herself, and of the fire and brimstone she'd reigned on a city and the surrounding armies... She had the power to do so, but the sight in Hayame's eyes was too familiar.
Her mouth opened again, as she neared, before -- ]
No --
[ Her hands moved to spread wide, as the hands broke through the ice, and Akua's fingers quickly peeled back the layers of her gift to bring forth a wreath of her own ice, that crept upward, to freeze the arms up to the wrists -- as if the ice of the mirror had grown out of the mirror's surface -- before it started to tighten on the wrists, to force the doppleganger to let go, as if there was a binding to cause the arms pain. ]
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Did some of her people become like that, or was it simply an accident? An illness?
Lips pursed, she turned back to the Jinba, to follow closer, to catch her. She could see the fire and fury in these past moments of Hayame's life, and oh -- she knew it Well. She knew it as well as she knew herself, and of the fire and brimstone she'd reigned on a city and the surrounding armies... She had the power to do so, but the sight in Hayame's eyes was too familiar.
Her mouth opened again, as she neared, before -- ]
No --
[ Her hands moved to spread wide, as the hands broke through the ice, and Akua's fingers quickly peeled back the layers of her gift to bring forth a wreath of her own ice, that crept upward, to freeze the arms up to the wrists -- as if the ice of the mirror had grown out of the mirror's surface -- before it started to tighten on the wrists, to force the doppleganger to let go, as if there was a binding to cause the arms pain. ]