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[song_tra_bong]

Much as she likes the bar, Mary Anne figured it was time to do a little exploring in her new home. She spent most of the afternoon walking the beach before returning to the castle. After taking a wandering route through a library, a ballroom and a weapons cache, she's back in her room, standing out on the balcony and enjoying the sea air.

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[a_bonny_swan]

She appears on the balcony, perched on the railing, her old Celtic attire fluttering in the sea-sweet breeze. Normally, she wore more stylish, modern clothing, but whenever she visited this world, she found herself donning what she was wearing during the happiest moments of her life.

And the most sorrowful ones.

Coira's eyes are bright blue. Inhumanly so. Her hair full of waves, golden like wheat in the sun, and skin pale and creamy. She bears a resemblance to Mary Anne, but at the same time, she is a very different individual.

"So," she says, her voice thick with the same Scottish brogue Ruin possessed. "You did it, hmm?"

[song_tra_bong]

She's not family, but she's here and her voice--

She wishes she didn't know who this woman is.

"Coira. Pleasant surprise."

She doesn't move.

[a_bonny_swan]

Not immediate family, no.

But extended.

The Numbers rarely spoke with the Cards.

"Is it? It seems neither pleasant or a surprise from where I'm sitting."

[song_tra_bong]

"Appearances are decieving," she says.

"To what do I owe this visit?"