[ Reaching up to touch the ear without an earring attached, Alisaie wonders if they really were that big. Proud about certain things and self conscious about others. ]
This girl with hair like mine... [ She murmurs, keeping her gaze elsewhere. It isn't him, it's her. ] Are you certain they do not look nigh identical to myself?
[ It's not the first time her brother has been mistaken for a maiden. ]
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This girl with hair like mine... [ She murmurs, keeping her gaze elsewhere. It isn't him, it's her. ] Are you certain they do not look nigh identical to myself?
[ It's not the first time her brother has been mistaken for a maiden. ]