And the Traveller sleeps, for several hours, occasionally exhaling that golden mist, in the soothing peace of the Zero Room study. The scutters show up, with a set of jammies and a robe, loose enough so that it should fit this new Traveller - comfortable dark silks. Presumably, you change her out of the burnt, torn clothes of the 5th Traveller.
But, with a sudden start, the dark haired woman sits up straight,another whisp of golden mist exhaling from her lungs. Cough, cough, hack!
She stares up at Stanley, and Kalath, and Smoke Alarm.
"Mrrrwwrr. Why are the three of you staring at me like you don't know who I am?"
She hops up on the couch in a curling kneel, which is rather cat-like. She lets out this low kind of growl, which in cat, means, <<My bag. Can I have my bag, please.>>
Presuming someone carried her bag, she digs in it frantically, occasionally tossing a random item, until she finds a
mirror.
She gasps.
"Oh. I look like that? I look like Minmay! High cheekbones. Brown eyes. No, not just my sweet Lynn who I left back on Macrsoss Island. Oh. Like some other people I fell in love with." She clack clack clacks her teeth. "And blue." She notes the wide streak of blue in her hair.
"And speaking of blue, how do you do." She hops to face Smoke Alarm, fist raised up, ready to start the how-do-you-do. Her eyes blink expectantly
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