PC: Camille

[sootprints]

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[sootprints]

[ hm. there's a little soot left here in reality, as flecks of it rise from her head. ]

... Which part?

[scrapdraught]

[She rubs at her throat, clearing it quietly.]

Most of it, honestly. I only know what you've told me. I didn't realize that not everyone was a Shadow where you're from.

What's a morph? Why is it a big deal that it remembers itself?

[sootprints]

A morph is... a sort of fairy. It begins its life as a shadow with no distinct shape, until it finds a living creature that it decides to mimic.

The Shadows House maintains its order with deceit. It's a threat to that very order for one to know anything beyond what they teach us.

[scrapdraught]

So you're wiped clean once you take the shape of a human?

How did you escape that?

[sootprints]

... I was never a morph to begin with. I was born outside of the house... as a human.

[scrapdraught]

Kate...

[She wishes she could see her face. It's impossible to tell what she's feeling, and Camille can't bear to overstep.]

Kid, what happened to you?

[sootprints]

I don't know.

[ her voice is tense. ]

I hoped that, if I went to that house, I could find out.

[scrapdraught]

No answers yet, huh?

[She blows out a breath, uncertain. If she could just rub her finger over that face and scrub the soot away.

Instead she puts a hand to her shoulder. Soft, gentle.]

Do have people who can help you there? People you trust on your side?

[sootprints]

... I do now. The other children in the house. They're prisoners there, even though most don't realize it. I was able to get through to some of them.