[ Tr-transformed into all that? Ugh... every time she thinks she's understood this place, something else explodes in her face. She feels like her dough gets soggier with everything she learns about Reverin... does she even have dough anymore, with this form?
She mulls this over, before releasing a heavy sigh - one that all five crows imitate. Not out of mockery, but as if they can feel the very same things she does. ]
... In the end, they're one and the same. So I may as well get right to it.
My original form would fit in the palm in your hand. My name is... Black Raisin Cookie.
[ She closes her eyes and waits. Waits for the inevitable questions, the repeated disbelief, and of course, the always present DID YOU KNOW YOU'RE A SOURCE OF FOOD TO US, which everyone insists on telling her without ever realizing the horror of such a statement... ]
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She mulls this over, before releasing a heavy sigh - one that all five crows imitate. Not out of mockery, but as if they can feel the very same things she does. ]
... In the end, they're one and the same. So I may as well get right to it.
My original form would fit in the palm in your hand. My name is... Black Raisin Cookie.
[ She closes her eyes and waits. Waits for the inevitable questions, the repeated disbelief, and of course, the always present DID YOU KNOW YOU'RE A SOURCE OF FOOD TO US, which everyone insists on telling her without ever realizing the horror of such a statement... ]