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She remained where she was, sphinx-like, supine. The rain wouldn't let up and Hime wasn't interested in drenching herself again, especially to talk with this lowly child. They could not have been high-born as they did not resemble Reiko in any way - nor smell like her, actually. This was something she noticed as the boy came closer.

The way they spoke to her was basic, too. They did not appear to recognize the Vale at all; so they were most likely not a commoner of the empire as she first thought. Curious. Where was this wretched child's parents? Cogs began to turn within Hime's mind.

She wondered if anyone would miss this little pustule.

Before anything could be acted upon, a voice sprang from the periphery — shrill, and attached to a little gray blob that was very much at home among the silver drops of the downpour. Hime eyed them for a moment, and while she could not remember the girl's name she knew they were the daughter to the Queen.

Hime's expression was colder than the pelting storm, and she took one glance at Lilitu (in the manner of a very stoic Mother Superior holding a ruler behind their back) and resumed the conversation with the soot-sprite boy: Indeed it is. While she wanted to chase him off or frighten him, that was a short-lived bit of fun; she may as well be accommodating and keep them both at-ease, at least until they were close enough to play with.