Turning back towards the Sphinx with slow and deadly precision Elladora felt her outrage turn to a modest amount of apprehension that she absolutely intended to pass off as irritation. The creature might not be real but she certainly seemed real and Ella wondered madly whether the whole room might be charmed to make anybody inside it believe anything: she would rather be forcibly confunded than embrace the possibility that she was actually afraid of something.
"..." Her lips moved but she stopped herself before words were formed. A wrong answer, she remembered, might have consequences, and though her brain tried desperately to re-assert itself and insist the thing was a jest the chill down her spine from the Sphinx's haughty gaze was enough to make her doubt herself. It didn't help that the thing looked like her mother. "Something that moves without moving?"
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