“Good job as well,” Ida replied to June, her gaze ducked. Despite her curtness, she really missed her best friend, especially how funny she was, and her knack for making still statues and figures dance and sing (or in today’s case, roar).
The competition carried on, and the witch tried to focus on this instead of silly feelings. This proved easier once the severed head revealed itself. She couldn’t help but recognize— “Oh, Salome,” because obviously this was an illusion as much as an imitation of art, and she was pleased to have made the connection. This contentment was short-lived, however, and she wound up feeling rather silly that her bland reaction was the wrong one once the room erupted into a small tumult. Ida worried the judges might not be able to recover at all.
With nothing to do about her regretful choice in compete order now, Ida resolved on a more cheerful illusion. There was no one she knew better than herself, and so she endeavored to conjure up her own duplicate— identical down to the pattern of her dress, although very close inspection would reveal it to be a bit flat, with her eyes rather dull-looking.
Still, it should hold up long enough for Ida to take herself on a quick little turn for a dance, assuming the more masculine lead in a gallop before she twirled her dupe self and dipped it, allowing her illusion to disintegrate from her hands into white smoke.
The competition carried on, and the witch tried to focus on this instead of silly feelings. This proved easier once the severed head revealed itself. She couldn’t help but recognize— “Oh, Salome,” because obviously this was an illusion as much as an imitation of art, and she was pleased to have made the connection. This contentment was short-lived, however, and she wound up feeling rather silly that her bland reaction was the wrong one once the room erupted into a small tumult. Ida worried the judges might not be able to recover at all.
With nothing to do about her regretful choice in compete order now, Ida resolved on a more cheerful illusion. There was no one she knew better than herself, and so she endeavored to conjure up her own duplicate— identical down to the pattern of her dress, although very close inspection would reveal it to be a bit flat, with her eyes rather dull-looking.
Still, it should hold up long enough for Ida to take herself on a quick little turn for a dance, assuming the more masculine lead in a gallop before she twirled her dupe self and dipped it, allowing her illusion to disintegrate from her hands into white smoke.
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stefanie made this beautiful set <3