๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ & ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ it difficult to adjust. slowly, she is, but it's more difficult than what her father must've anticipated when he made the decision to turn her. what choice did he have, really ? she was dying, he had a way to save her. in the moment, still very much in the mindset of the age turned--a teenager, ghanima has no qualms with his decision. but, in thirty years ? when she's in a body that will never match her mental age, when she won't be afforded the same things as her brother who grows into adulthood. stuck in the stage of a teenager, as the precious daughter.
hand holds tight to @kwsatz's arm, eyes now without their blue color transformed into a dark, crimson maroon color survey the options before her. a coffin to be bought for her to sleep in during the day. no more sharing.
โ i like this one, don't you ? โ asked with a small smile, free hand, with nails now long & sharp enough to cut someone, gestures with free hand to the pale blue colored on in front of them. the inside made of silk fabric, white. fit for a girl like her. โ it's pretty, โ head turns slightly with the distraction of several heartbeats in the shop catching ghanima's attention--still so new, still so hungry constantly. she's a blood thirty little thing, as paul had seen, with all the demandings of a child.
