[Miriam let out a sigh through her nose, and while her voice is quiet, she still readily answers.]
It must be these. The...crystals bound to me.
[That wasn't all they were, but there was nothing else fitting that description on or near her. The big crystalline rose on her back was obvious, but she tapped at one of the little flowers on her arm anyway. It rang hollow as its glasslike appearance suggested, and the painter paused a moment to listen to the sound. But she doesn't interrupt, continuing after a moment to add detail to one of the roses. It had flecks of brighter blues and lilac in it, a bit like the rose on Miriam's back did. Had this lady heard about them before, somewhere...? There weren't any mirrors in here, and the assistant simply stood silently to the side, opening new paint containers for the artist's easel and closing others so they wouldn't dry out.
She stopped painting the rose, changing to a different set of paints before turning her clouded gaze in Zack's direction.]
no subject
It must be these. The...crystals bound to me.
[That wasn't all they were, but there was nothing else fitting that description on or near her. The big crystalline rose on her back was obvious, but she tapped at one of the little flowers on her arm anyway. It rang hollow as its glasslike appearance suggested, and the painter paused a moment to listen to the sound. But she doesn't interrupt, continuing after a moment to add detail to one of the roses. It had flecks of brighter blues and lilac in it, a bit like the rose on Miriam's back did. Had this lady heard about them before, somewhere...? There weren't any mirrors in here, and the assistant simply stood silently to the side, opening new paint containers for the artist's easel and closing others so they wouldn't dry out.
She stopped painting the rose, changing to a different set of paints before turning her clouded gaze in Zack's direction.]
"And you, sir? Where is home to you?"