[Magic is out there, as far as she knows, but she can't say she's ever seen it for herself. Functionally, though, it's familiar enough.]
Maybe not magic, but—
[Her curiosity is certainly piqued; already, she's seen several people here in possession of abilities that wouldn't have been out of place among her brother's students. In fact, it seems there's more people like them than anyone else.
A smile tugs faintly at one side of her mouth before her visage begins to fall away, a ripple of shadow in the dark corridor enough to replace the young woman who had been standing there with what appears to be a mirror-image of Emet-Selch himself, right down to the very angle of his brows.]
Something similar enough.
[The voice is his, as well, the expression on his borrowed face one of intrigue.]
I guess what it's called isn't what really matters.
no subject
Maybe not magic, but—
[Her curiosity is certainly piqued; already, she's seen several people here in possession of abilities that wouldn't have been out of place among her brother's students. In fact, it seems there's more people like them than anyone else.
A smile tugs faintly at one side of her mouth before her visage begins to fall away, a ripple of shadow in the dark corridor enough to replace the young woman who had been standing there with what appears to be a mirror-image of Emet-Selch himself, right down to the very angle of his brows.]
Something similar enough.
[The voice is his, as well, the expression on his borrowed face one of intrigue.]
I guess what it's called isn't what really matters.