Totoka River i.iv : who was trained not to spit in the fan

For the briefest instant, she thought it was Vaati. The illusion held until he drew close enough for her to see his eyes--a deep gold, rather than her brother's blue. She blinked at him for a moment, absorbing his question, before turning away with a small huff.

Many things haunt me, Maegi countered, looking down at the water. She drew a paw slowly through it, watching the ripples in its wake. Do you really care, or are you just being nosy? The Melonii lifted her head to look at him, pretending her gaze was some sort of weapon. Aim it hard enough and. . .pop! Right through his socket, into his skull.

Macabre as it was, it was kind of a comforting thought. She drew silent strength from it, at least.