Though she's doubtful for a few seconds, she does let go before trying to step back and hurriedly move away from the intestines still touching her arms. Just as she begins to try, though, she hears the voice sound from behind her. Though she's realized that the girl seems to be taking action, she's unprepared for the mirrors that spring up out of nowhere. And that bizarre fog-like substance...
As she stares into the mirror, she sees herself; but not what she looks like now. Instead of Princess Tutu's image appearing as a reflection, she sees what she looks like every day; slightly shorter, a bit younger looking; overall, not as poised and developed as the young woman in the white dress. Though a feeling of panic comes over her at the sight, she can't help but feel a little grateful that she isn't appearing as a duck. Still... Could the other girl see this? That would mean Dove would know who she was, something that Ahiru's been trying her hardest to disguise. She stares into the mirror and calls out behind her:
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As she stares into the mirror, she sees herself; but not what she looks like now. Instead of Princess Tutu's image appearing as a reflection, she sees what she looks like every day; slightly shorter, a bit younger looking; overall, not as poised and developed as the young woman in the white dress. Though a feeling of panic comes over her at the sight, she can't help but feel a little grateful that she isn't appearing as a duck. Still... Could the other girl see this? That would mean Dove would know who she was, something that Ahiru's been trying her hardest to disguise. She stares into the mirror and calls out behind her:
"Who are you?"