"Tell me, why are you afraid of mirrors? I am curious as to why someone like you would be afraid of that."
Succumbing to the nervousness that accompanied the presence of strangers, Rariv’sha let loose an embarrassed giggle practically reeking of fear. Wide eyes previously inspecting the spines of the many novels held within the library turned to fix themselves upon the man as she too whirled about, back to the bookcase and fingers picking at her sweater.
“I, well…” Biting her lower lip, the desertborn glanced away to study the floor. The odd question had triggered something deep within her that the woman promised to keep tucked but here she was, remembering everything while the toe of her shoe kicked idly at the wood below. “Would you believe me if I told you I don’t quite remember?” Asked Rariv’sha as she looked back to him, hoping the man would be satisfied with her simple white lie.
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