The Dancer sets them down and in the space of a second the body's eyebrows have lifted, its face and posture relaxed into something unguarded and timid. Steven blinks softly, all baby deer eyelashes and open, confused expression.
?
His face is smushed into a bit of metal?
The Dancer's been fast; in a fold and whirl it compresses down to something the size of a housecat, nudges Steven with its head.
"Um. Sorry, what? Nedjem, what? Oh god. Where am I now?"
2/2
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His face is smushed into a bit of metal?
The Dancer's been fast; in a fold and whirl it compresses down to something the size of a housecat, nudges Steven with its head.
"Um. Sorry, what? Nedjem, what? Oh god. Where am I now?"
Not againnnnnnn, bloody hell.....