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Lavendulan almost smirked at the Senshi’s timid approach, the uneasy shake to her voice when she finally spoke, like every molecule in her body was screaming at her to run while the physics of the encounter of opposites attract pulled her closer.

Curiosity? Maybe… As a half-youma, she was under no illusion of how foreign or peculiar she appeared to those unfamiliar with her existence.

But no, she did not make any sound or even move, but she remained in place nearly motionless save for the steady gave that shifted so ever slightly with the girl's movements, or slight rise and fall of her chest as she breathed and periodic blink. “You’re either very brave, or very foolish.” She wanted to add ‘little one’ to the comment as the girl appeared rather young but knew that Lavendulan was shorter at full height.

Aside from her aura, she felt unthreatened by the little White Moon Senshi and knew that if she turned hostile then a quick dip in the cold reservoir would set her straight. Nothing said calm down like being teleported underwater and having to swim to get air. So, to humor the girl who came bearing gifts, she sat down on the grass and propped an elbow on one knee. Wolframite might scold her for her, but Laven was not feeling in the mood to fight tonight.

“However, it has been a while since I’ve had a muffin.” She patted the ground beside her welcomingly.

The girl was definitely full of curious questions.

Lavendulan raised a brow and waited for the senshi to take a breath before attempting to answer at least a few of her curiosities.

“I am a half-youma.” She reached a clawed hand out and plucked a muffin from the container, pausing only a moment when she noticed the girl tense. “There are others like me, yes. But none that share my characteristics. Not exactly anyway.” The exception was Amazonite but she wasn’t about to share that detail.

“My circumstances are unique,” Laven turned her attention to the muffin, turning it around appraisingly. She poked at the paper wrapper, peeling it back in one spot but didn’t pluck a piece from it- not yet anyway. “I suppose you could say the youma saved my life.” Although a Captain was the one who almost ended it. “I’m a product of circumstance and have had to learn how to live with these changes.” Her shoulders rose in a nonchalant shrug.

“Am I really the first half-youma you’ve seen?” Laven asked curiously since there were a number of them running around the Dark Kingdom, including a particular General King that she evaded.

Lavendulan froze, the air around becoming even more chill as a thin layer of rime started to spread from the ground beneath her.

She wanted to correct the girl, tell her that she did not choose Chaos, that she had been unaware of the choice to switch sides until the choice was no longer an option. Purification was mentioned only after Wolframite had become someone important to her, the same with Lopezite and Tinaksite. But had she known the day it all happened, she’d have risked all or nothing to have never been thrust into a war of magic.

But this senshi was no friend to confide in. Though he might suspect these feelings, she’d even kept them guarded from her friend and General. “Simply put, I was chosen and accepted my role,” she replied, though it was by no means an easy transition.

“There are, however, a few things I do miss doing as a human,” Laven admitted, unaware that her passive had activated in her moment of emotional turmoil.

She shifted, then blinked down with a startled look when the grass crunched beneath her weight. “My apologies…” she murmured before consciously willing the path of frost away.

Though the touch was gentile it felt like an electric jolt raced up her arm and down her back. In warning, Lavendulan’s pupils pulled into thin slits.

Her youma nature did not appreciate the contact but her humanity missed kind gestures such as these. An unusual curiosity but unapproachable. Throughout her tenure, most officers looked at her with disdain which made her more guarded.

But this was… fine… or it would be if Magion was just a civilian and not a White Moon senshi. Though a Dark Mirror would have probably been worse given Wolframite’s experience with the faction.

“No,” she replied, shifting to the right and withdrawing from the touch. “I’m not looking for salvation or to switch sides. I am as I will be and hope you know that under different circumstances talking as we are now might not be an option.” She wanted to offer her name in kind but Lavendulan was often illusive and wanted to remain unknown. They’d more than likely never meet again anyway so it wouldn’t matter.

“Be careful who you approach, Magion.” she cautioned before rising to her feet. “Not all of us are willing enough to talk. Even this was unusual for me.” Not entirely true but she did not want word being spread that she was approachable.

She didn’t wait for a response or nod of acknowledgment before teleporting away, not back to the Dark Kingdom, not yet. But just to a place she knew that she’d be left to her own thoughts.