[ A young woman answers her — head lifting from where it was limp against glass, eyes finding hers — and everything freezes.
Maleficent can't recollect the name of her most precious one; her mind has temporarily forgotten it, as it has so many things, but.... her spirit can never forget. Something hitches with a pang as sharp as thorns deep within the center of her, and she can only stare for a long moment, eyes widening, dark mouth parted just slightly.
A young woman in a dress and crown. (Eyes as round and innocent as a doe's, peering widely from a gentle, lovely face.) She speaks as though in wonder and delight, and even that sweet, youthful lilt to her voice is familiar. Maleficent doesn't know why it is, only knows that every ounce of her being is drawn to the girl, and it's a rare display of uncertainty that lingers within her. She hesitates, staring, not once blinking.
The question feels strange coming from her own lips, and is voiced softly. ]
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Maleficent can't recollect the name of her most precious one; her mind has temporarily forgotten it, as it has so many things, but.... her spirit can never forget. Something hitches with a pang as sharp as thorns deep within the center of her, and she can only stare for a long moment, eyes widening, dark mouth parted just slightly.
A young woman in a dress and crown. (Eyes as round and innocent as a doe's, peering widely from a gentle, lovely face.) She speaks as though in wonder and delight, and even that sweet, youthful lilt to her voice is familiar. Maleficent doesn't know why it is, only knows that every ounce of her being is drawn to the girl, and it's a rare display of uncertainty that lingers within her. She hesitates, staring, not once blinking.
The question feels strange coming from her own lips, and is voiced softly. ]
....We do not know one another?