Nerissa could only still, tensed, for the long moments that it took for her to access that dark rat; accompliced by a spider no less. The thick skinned fire-girl, whome had already began piecing together an idea as if the black spot could honestly think. Slightest pucker of lips pressed into a smile, there was no matter; nothing of trouble..
"Miranda.." The woman smirked at the tense of Miranda at the cooing silky voice, or perhaps it was her nails dragging down, caressing over the slim white of Miranda's shoulder - the girl was sickly thin.. A youth. A young girl perhaps nearing four or fifteen as far as Nerissa could tell. She'd started to look older, but Miranda.. "Oh, you are almost a pretty child.. It's a shame.. See, the little dark girl seems to have a lot of information for a-"
"A- I was nervous."
Nerissa clenched her nails into the skin; an incandescent bloom of white rose.. It was funny, how Miranda might resemble the delicate flower. A humble blossom of rarity, but an ugly wilt to her other form revealled the true nature, for Nerissa was no fool and Miranda was surely as black as a spider. Innocence was the main state of perpetual haughtiness: Miranda was a fraud, and an awful one at that. But, if Miranda wanted to play the part of fear.. Nerissa would not oblige her fear, but a sweet tone. "Don't be nervous, what have you to be afraid of? Haha! ..Almost a pretty thing, aren't you."
...
"These dreams are not normal!" Irma didn't take her eyes from the redhead, because Hay Lin had told her; Will had scared her. Perhaps not the wording used, but it was in that Hay Lin had taken a new pale and ocean blue sought coppery brass in slits. The brunette's eyes drew down the placid features; Will seemed to carry a sickened tone, in the slight jaundice and brush of soot beneath her eyes. And when Will met her, the girl only swallowed and ventured to stare at the floor again.
"Y-yeah. Duh." Irma bit down a guffaw of sardonic laughter; planning to heartily acknowledge Will's quiet input, but Cornelia's icy glare stuck fast to her and Irma snarled. It wasn't her fault; the bitch was paranoid, and Will had obviously done something!
"Amanda says transfer requests go straight to the big boss, so you four go there." Irma's eyes shot to Taranee at that. It was not their job to do this! Who cared if Will left, she didn't do anything anyway, and Irma would rather it to walk around not having to watch her own back for redheads.
"Oh, you've got something better to do?" Cornelia's tone alone was give away for the fact that Taranee wasn't getting to play rebel today. Irma knew, because the blonde had taken her kicking and screaming. She was surprised, that Cornelia could pretend to be self righteous when she was all of sucking Caleb's face off when they weren't looking. It was obvious!
"I'm doing research. These dreams are obviously connected!"
...
The slight rouging pink of Miranda's lips quivered, and violet eyes followed the woman walking away as much as she could past the blur of brimmed tears. Almost. She wish that she'd never left; she wanted to go home and she knew that Nerissa believed her to be much younger than she was because Miranda could pretend. She could pretend that she'd never even kissed a boy and she could smile like the serpent hadn't stolen everything! And.. And she wish she had told Prince Phobos she wanted him to marry her, because he couldn't, but- He wouldn't. No one really cared, though Phobos had tried, and his Cale- His murmurer had spat on Phobos' efforts with a lie like everyone else had. At least Phobos was honest! A wash of something ugly - resembling her second form - welled within her and Miranda couldn't stop it. "Why would you say that? You're just some woman jealous of an ugly redhea-"
Miranda blanched, and jumped back with an inhale of fear the moment the woman disappeared and reappeared directly in front of her. In that moment when a knife Nerissa hadn't been carrying pushed slightly against her cheekbone, but not enough to puncture the skin. And then the knife drew down along her jawline to her neck; every motion had to be controlled, as far as Nerissa saw, but Miranda knew the woman couldn't see her own eyes like fiery hatred. "Just a woman? My dear heart, I've been practising my tricks..do you like them? I'm not jealous, sweet girl.. Wilhelmina is.. The babe doesn't even know who these people think she is! Magic! The girl is stealing powers; faking that she belongs there. I'm merely doing my duty as keeper of the Heart, securing my-"
The woman stopped at that, and Miranda swallowed carefully.. Keeper of the.. Stealing.. Suddenly Miranda's eyes flashed up and she knew she was the one who knew too much now.. But Nerissa only forced her lips to purse into what the woman considered a smile. She obviously hadn't seen a real smile in her life, because his was much- Miranda swallowed at something she didn't know was there until she'd thought it, and pushed away a rarity who'd called her rare.
And Nerissa merely pat her cheek, "Almost something, aren't you."
