ooX ✘ and i- i took the one less traveled by [ location: gatas castle | visual ]
As she stirs, it's almost immediately clear to Petrana that she isn't where she belongs. This is not Riva, nor any of the bedchambers she's most accustomed to occupying there or elsewhere. She considers this new development in her situation with slightly more tranquility than might be expected of her, her hands folded on her stomach as she regards the stone ceiling above. The architecture is familiar in form if not specifics - indeed so is the style of the decor, and the robe (draped upon an armchair) that she thinks she might've once had something very like. She considers and dismisses that she's in Eosia again; it looks right, but it feels wrong. There's an obscure comfort in assuring herself there's no way she could be (home) there.
The silver bracelet is another concern, though, and she tackles it for a bit while she explores the rooms on quiet feet, giving up only when distracted by yet another little mystery in the form of the Countess's tablet. Unaware that in mastering its use she's broadcasting herself in turn, Petrana perches on the settee in that thin robe, one foot tucked underneath the other knee, and frowns at the screen as she watches the network and navigates the tablet's interface instead of paying any attention to the idea of sending a message of her own.
For anyone who pauses to see her accidental broadcast, they may be slightly puzzled by the picture they're presented with. While the Countess might pass for somewhere in her thirties, this woman makes it apparent she did actually look a bit younger at that time in her life, and her hair is so much longer when it's loose than her habit of never wearing it down lets on. The contrast of confidence and uncertainty that marks the Countess's endeavours, cautiously navigating what she terms 'men's affairs'- there's only sharp self-assurance in her slimmer twin's narrow eyes, pursing her lips to the side and at one point turning the tablet upside down. Her hands, picking at the tablet, bear no wedding ring- just a remarkable sapphire on her right hand. The mourning locket isn't at her throat but she's found it already and it rests on her knee while she puts off opening it to see what's inside.
Of course, the most obvious, visible difference (besides the lack of the Countess's recent injuries) is the jagged scar running from her cheekbone, near her eye, down to her jawline- and how her accent isn't quite the same, flatter somehow, as she murmurs ruefully, "Well, I didn't have to die this time, that's some small mercy."
[ petra's alternate reality glitch begins! ]