["The other one", as if there were any in the first place!!!
Benedikta stares at him, incredulous, until realization dawns on her, the blonde hair and scarf giving it away. She laughs, though it sounds more like a scoff, and brushes her hands over her front, as if the question had ruffled her all out of sorts. Though, it kind of did...]
You mean Midadol...
[Call Mid that and she will surely have many words to say, but Benedikta remains one of the few who still does.]
Do not let her hear you say that she is beyond sixteen years of age. [A glint of amusement lights in her eyes, but it fades.] But I am not her mother.
[Except—and she will not admit this aloud—she would be remiss to say that the two of them did not share many of the same features.]
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Benedikta stares at him, incredulous, until realization dawns on her, the blonde hair and scarf giving it away. She laughs, though it sounds more like a scoff, and brushes her hands over her front, as if the question had ruffled her all out of sorts. Though, it kind of did...]
You mean Midadol...
[Call Mid that and she will surely have many words to say, but Benedikta remains one of the few who still does.]
Do not let her hear you say that she is beyond sixteen years of age. [A glint of amusement lights in her eyes, but it fades.] But I am not her mother.
[Except—and she will not admit this aloud—she would be remiss to say that the two of them did not share many of the same features.]