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[laertesthelocalstranger]

She tilts her head, smiling lightly. Ascension. Soren's a weird egg. He likes hym. They squeeze ter hand back. "Yeah. Being alone sucks."

She'd been alone when hers happened, no matter how different the style. And that had been awful. He's glad that ters is different.

Soren sits on the ground, arranging rocks around a tiny, dead butterfly. Thi's wearing a pair of cargo shorts full of holes and tears, and a worn out t-shirt, so completely muddied and dirty that it's impossible to tell what it used to say, though some remnants of "CA" and "THER" are still visible. The shirt probably used to be purple.

Ter covered in bruises and scratches, though none go deeper than the surface of thits skin. Hys hair is wild and messy, almost fur-like, falling in dirty, inconsistent lines over hys face and down ter neck. A small crown of dead flowers rests upon hys head; a special headpiece thi made earlier this morning just for the ritual.

Thi looks around occasionally, wondering when hys audience will show up.