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It's her first evening away from home, and even Papa's strong mental presence has left her range by now.
It's lonely.
She knows that humans aren't lesser than mutants, per se, but she's still used to a different flavor of minds thrumming against hers when she's trying to go to sleep.
She and Emily aren't the only mutants on campus, though. There aren't a lot of them, but there's one other, at least...
She reaches out to them.
Hello?
"I bet she'd do something for you if you wanted," she says, flicking one of his piercings.
"Absolutely. I don't suppose you've got anything you'd like set in a piece of jewelry that currently isn't?"
"...no, but I will totally go find something."
Not right now, obviously, but he's putting it on his list.
"Hey, it's just exciting! Nobody's ever made me something, uh...ferrokinetically before."
...he might have historically spent a little more time in the library than he wants to admit.
"I'm definitely not denying that part, Emily's mutation is awesome." Snuggle. "I have a knife she made me, wanna see it?"
"Thought so."
She reaches under the bed and pulls out a flat box, opens it, and draws out a knife. It looks daggerish, with a swirling pattern on the hilt coming up to hold a sparkly red rough stone for the pommel. She draws the blade from the sheath to reveal a beautifully damascened blade.
He's thought this more than once, but he thinks this may be the most beautiful object he's ever seen.
"...can I hold it?"
He takes it carefully.
His finger runs over the side of the blade as if he can feel the iridescent ripples in the steel, and then down to the handle to feel the patterns he actually can touch.
He touches the edge of the blade, then, carefully, not intending to cut.
Not quite careful enough.
He holds up his sliced finger and watches it heal.
"...swear I didn't mean to do that."
She carefully slides the knife back into the sheathe and puts that back in the box and then pounces on him, snuggling ferociously.
Well, that clears up his anxiety pretty fast! He laughs.
"Are you gonna do this every time? Because I'm okay with that!"
"Well, yeah! You were best friends before you were born. You probably grew up thinking for each other. That's pretty fucking important!"
"People don't get a lot of things.
Plus, you know, baseliners don't generally get to know we're sisters."
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