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If I'm completely honest, I kinda hoped that, when I woke up this morning, it would be gone. And by 'it,' I mean the twenty or so years I seem to have gained overnight. I mean, nothing against, you know, aging or older women, I'm sure I'd love to be almost forty when I'm… almost forty, but right now? I'm really keen on sticking with this whole

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Well, at least if nothing else, Olive can be sure Miranda's escaped unscathed, though the question gives her pause, makes her wonder what's changed about Miranda. Nothing, she decides, and it's kind of a relief. At least someone's still the same as ever. She's the one who's different now, and it feels like it's her duty to make sure everyone else who is is alright, even if it means she doesn't let herself dwell too long on her own changes. "What, like angry?" she asks, willfully misunderstanding. "Just me at this shelf. It won't give me anything decent. Or age-appropriate."

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Confusion crosses her face. This woman speaks to her as if she knows her and Miranda knows that she has never before seen such a face. Her brows knit together, she shakes her head slightly as she tries to better understand the woman.

"No, I meant that the world has gone most cock-eyed in its expression," she explains before the pieces start to fit together. She does not give voice to what she believes might be a truth under the red hair and familiar expression. "Are you not your age much like the rest?"

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"Ohhh, gotcha," Olive says, nodding. Cross. Cross-eyed, cock-eyed, confused. I don't know if it's this weekend and aging - which I really hope it's not, because, God, would that be horrifying to know - or I'm seriously just slow. There's something about the way she talks that's like music, except that sometimes the dance is one I don't know. She hedges a moment, not knowing if she wants to answer honestly or not. The idea of pretending to be someone else is so appealing, less to hide than because she feels like it would be fun, but she can't bring herself to lie to her friends. Especially not given the last time. "No. No, I'm not. I'm... a lot older."

[bothgodown]

This is something that Miranda has suspected to be true, but had been unwilling or unable to make that leap all by herself. This whole event is magic, of that she is certain, though even this magic is the kind that her mother would not tempt. This magic can be far too dangerous.

Pursing her lips thoughtfully, she runs through the redheads that she knows or knew of. There is something in the way that this woman talks that strikes her as familiar. Hazarding a guess, her tone careful as she says the words. "Olive? Be that you?"

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Olive winces slightly, then nods. Really, she should be glad, she thinks. There's nothing to be embarrassed by when it's happening to half the island, and anyway, it's not like she turned into a dude overnight, which she's pretty sure would have been even more awkward at least with regards to Eduardo. Mainly, though, it means she hasn't changed that much, which is kind of a relief. She looks in the mirror and she can barely see herself there; it's just some woman she doesn't know, isn't sure she likes. But others see her through it, unmistakably so, and maybe that means there's cause to hope. By the time she actually grows into this age, maybe she'll be used to it, won't even notice the progression of the years because she'll be living them.

"It be me," she agrees with a little sigh. "For now. I see you escaped unscathed."

[bothgodown]

The moment that Miranda catches sight of the brief wince, she feels a pang. Perhaps it should have been left unsaid. Correct or not, there is some tragedy in having lost one's youth over the course of an evening. There is no fairness in it, no reason in the folly. Knowing that it is her friend under such a mask is a comfort, but Miranda feels that the comfort might only go so far.

"Aye, indeed I have." There is something rueful in her tone as if she should have been made to join in. "But fret not, even your newfound age is flattering. It shall all be undone soon."