The Great Wizarding Rebellion
Miria
Miria had awoken in her room a short while before Kiara, most likely, although she hadn't left it until they'd made their way outside. She'd been in bed - a good bed - thinking to herself. She was almost convinced that the room she was in was back home, but...no, the layout was different. The room was bigger. It wasn't nearly as lavish as Link's, but that was no problem for Miria. She liked humble, and her room back home was humble. Plain wooden floors, plain rugs, a plain bed, and plain wooden desks and tables. The lightbulb was normal, though, and not the dark red she used for low light, but the windows did have those thick light-blocking curtains that she enjoyed. It was nice and dark in there - a comfortable level for her, but likely impossible to see in for a normal Human.
For the longest time, Miria just laid in bed. She went back over everything that had happened over the last few weeks in her head, and wondered where everything went wrong. Mostly, she thought about where they had all been just before passing out, and about what had happened to her. The Malefactour - the spirit that had manifested from her now-broken stone - was terrifying, but it was also exciting for her. She wasn't lying when she told the others that there was nothing to fear now, but that was mostly just to calm them down. What she hadn't told them was that she was hopeful that it could be conjured again. She'd never imagined wielding magic like that, and it felt powerful, but that wasn't why she was excited about the prospect. She was excited because, if she could summon her own Abyssal spirit, then that meant that she still had some sort of connection to her Goddess, and if that was the case, then that meant that she still had a connection to her home world that she could potentially use to get back.
Eventually, after a good rest, some much-needed reflection, and with a renewed spring in her step, Miria slipped out of bed, getting cleaned up and dressed, and stepping out to see what was up. That was when she ran into Kiara, who she was admittedly a bit amuse to see a bit shorter, and then the two found link, striking up a small conversation there on the steps, about the sunset. Miria found it odd, how just that topic exemplified their differences. She couldn't imagine what Kiara's home was like with a brighter sun.
"Dimmer?", Miria asked, glancing sideways at Kiara. She adjusted her glasses and looked ahead again, although avoiding the sun itself. "The sun is too bright here. It makes me uncomfortable.", She said. "I welcome the night. The dark is my element. I don't have to squint as much."
That wasn't all that she had to say about the sunset, however. The small girl seemed to cock her head to one side, and mull her thoughts over, speaking more slowly and deliberately than she usually did. She was taking care not to speak too fast, or accentuate her lisp. "The sun is dimmer back home. It's a bit cooler, too - my planet. You're moon looks like the second one. We have three, and the first takes up half the sky when it passes by. On good nights, you can look up and see the lights from Lunar cities. When typhoons get big enough, you can see them on the horizon, when they stretch from our world to theirs, because we share an atmosphere. Other times, Lunar flowers get whipped up, and fall to our side. They glow in the dark, so it looks like a big light show. One of my Mistress's - um, my friend's - favourite things to do was to watch them. I actually helped her plant a bunch of those flowers in our garden a few years ago. We almost don't even need lamps to see outside at night because of them."
It was sort of funny, how she talked about everything being so dark or dim. She recalled Link's home being on some tropical island, when she met Madi. She hated the sun then, too. She probably wouldn't have liked Kiara's world. Kiara was fond of it though, as well as...
"Her?", Miria asked, probably a bit more bluntly than she'd intended. Skye, she meant? Miria had tried to ignore what had happened to Skye since escaping the AEGIS base. She'd been trying to ignore a lot of things, or to hold it all in. She could only imagine how Kiara felt, when what had happened affected her so much more.
Katya
Katya was certainly surprised to pick up an accent from one of the agents, but not terribly so. She sported an impeccable English accent herself when she wasn't speaking her native tongue, fortunately; it was one of the perks of having a private tutor. The soldiers in front of her likely didn't care too much about proper accents, however. They were there to do a job, and so was she, and Polly, apparently. Katya disagreed with forcing such a vulnerable person into that situation, but - oh, who was she kidding, she'd done the same thing. At least she'd manipulated someone who knew what they were getting into, though.
Katya didn't look Polly's way when she spoke, but she still kept close. She stood straight, arms clasped behind her back, and eyes narrowed, tilting her head up slightly as she looked at the unit, from left to right. When she was done, she smirked and shrugged. "Ekaterina Pyotorovna Dimitrov - or Katherine. You may call me Katya, or whichever variation you prefer. I understand if you prefer shorter nicknames.", She told them. She would have lied about her name, but she figured that September already knew, and she'd been quite open about her identity so far. Hiding it now would be silly.
One hand moved forward to adjust her tie. "I'll be blunt, I'm not quite as enthusiastic as my partner here, but business is business, and I'd be remiss if I didn't help to repay your kind for rescuing me from danger.", She said. "And, of course, so long as word of this doesn't reach your friends in the British government. I'd rather not have my involvement disclosed."
