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She's young, but that won't be the first thing you notice. She carries herself too proudly, her eyes hold too much knowledge for that to be the case. The girl is garbed in a cracked leather overcoat, a Homburg style hat settled over russet hair and dipped over her dark eyes which are memorizing the place, tracing every exit, every inch of her surroundings.
A girl her age should not have need to be so cautious. This one has all the need in the world.
A flicker of confusion, of worry. She masks it.
You might notice the way her collar is turned on her coat, her hair tucked so it's in plain sight. A perfect "h"-shaped vein just below her left ear. A mark of pride, a mark of scorn.
When she speaks it's cool, collected. "I don't suppose this is Wonderland."
T: Homburg Molly from F. Beddor's The Looking Glass Wars.
A girl her age should not have need to be so cautious. This one has all the need in the world.
A flicker of confusion, of worry. She masks it.
You might notice the way her collar is turned on her coat, her hair tucked so it's in plain sight. A perfect "h"-shaped vein just below her left ear. A mark of pride, a mark of scorn.
When she speaks it's cool, collected. "I don't suppose this is Wonderland."
T: Homburg Molly from F. Beddor's The Looking Glass Wars.