[For all that slipping into the lace was so easy, coming back is never so seamless. But she’s Bria, she’s more powerful than the other girls, so she has always snapped back to herself in a somewhat refined manner. Always held herself together, for her own image of herself as much as the other girls, dragging the smear of honey away with her hand and gathering herself before issuing the laces proclamations.
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This is like that. But also, it’s not.]