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The woman who enters is beautiful in a twisted sort of way. Her hair is a wild mane of fiery red knots and her skin is pale and smooth, lips painted blood red (with perhaps real blood, too). Her eyes are cold and devoid of much emotion, terrifying eyes that not many dare to meet. She's tall and slender, gaunt almost with hallow cheekbones.
Her gown trails behind her, a creation of red and roses and she enters with all of the dignity of a queen, a crown that she stole form her sister's head on her own and she's clutching a worn scepter.
"CAT. BIBWIT, you WORTHLESS TUTOR." She shrieks, whirling around. "IF SOMEONE DOES NOT TELL ME WHERE I AM I WILL BE VERY, VERY ANGRY."
[...Redd Heart from the Looking Glass Wars.]
Her gown trails behind her, a creation of red and roses and she enters with all of the dignity of a queen, a crown that she stole form her sister's head on her own and she's clutching a worn scepter.
"CAT. BIBWIT, you WORTHLESS TUTOR." She shrieks, whirling around. "IF SOMEONE DOES NOT TELL ME WHERE I AM I WILL BE VERY, VERY ANGRY."
[...Redd Heart from the Looking Glass Wars.]