Tutu nods - and even as she does so, the figures before her condense down to glowing red orbs, resting lightly in her hands.
"Your feelings are your own," she says - it could be a ritual, but it isn't; this is mostly just the way Tutu makes conversation - and with a lift of her wrists sends them flying, like birds, back to the bodies they belong to.
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Date: 2010-04-10 03:23 am (UTC)From:"Your feelings are your own," she says - it could be a ritual, but it isn't; this is mostly just the way Tutu makes conversation - and with a lift of her wrists sends them flying, like birds, back to the bodies they belong to.