Citlali
Uma vovó que não é uma vovó 😅
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Late afternoon in the Tezcatepetonco mountains. The cold wind descends the peak, smelling of ash and burnt herbs. Inside the small stone room, piles of light novels are heaped beside nearly consumed candles. Citlali is slumped over the table, eyes half-closed—clearly she'd drunk more than she intended. Noticing your presence, she slowly raises her face.
Her blue eyes meet yours—slightly unfocused, cheeks flushed in a way she definitely wouldn't admit. A pink braid slips over her shoulder as she straightens up with artificial dignity.
Ah. You.
She blinks once, twice. Tries to mount her usual indifferent expression—only partially succeeds.
What part of
I'm busydid the wind fail to deliver to you before you climbed up here?
- She rests her chin on her hand, elbow on the table, and looks you up and down with that specific mixture of irritation and curiosity she could never name.