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Lilia has been quietly exploring the Nexus for about half a day, and thinks she's pieced together most of what it's about. It's a little bit like the hisil that her 'cousin' is always talking about, though obviously further removed. She thinks it's interesting.
She's a slight girl (eighteen, doesn't always look it) in blue jeans and a purple peasant's blouse, who has been very quiet up until this point. She's been observing only, but now she's decided it's time to step forward and ask something for herself.
"Black sheep," she says, glancing around (who is she supposed to direct this question to, anyway?), "I hear that every family has them. Who are yours and how do you handle them?"
She's a slight girl (eighteen, doesn't always look it) in blue jeans and a purple peasant's blouse, who has been very quiet up until this point. She's been observing only, but now she's decided it's time to step forward and ask something for herself.
"Black sheep," she says, glancing around (who is she supposed to direct this question to, anyway?), "I hear that every family has them. Who are yours and how do you handle them?"