"You- look like someone she used to know."

"Oh? Interesting."

She reaches out to the tangles of Song around the other two women, almost on reflex now that her mind is recovering from its initial shock. 

The Song around her is... odd. The strains blend and weave, and buzz out into nonexistence. She is a void that moves in the Song and around the Song, but she is not of the Song. Her melody has been excised. But the shape of it, the way she changes the parts near her- that is recognizable as her Ellin and her Elrien.

The other woman's familiar, too. She's muffled a bit, like she could vanish very trivially if she wanted, but, well. She's showing off quite a lot right now. 

It's a different kind of familiar. 

Almost a mirror.

Sigh, and a deep breath - "I apologize for being rude. My wife and I were - just in a difficult situation, and we haven't had much time to unwind."

Then her lips quirk. "I hardly have a problem with pretty people, unless my wife objects to me looking."

And she sends the information on their templates to her wife through osanwe.

Stretch! "Well, I appreciate being looked at." She winks at Luthien.

"I surmised as much from your lack of attire. Humans usually wear more, even in this place from what I have seen."

"Why should I hide away my beautiful self?"

"You have fewer reasons than most. The tail is a nice touch."

Smirk.

Pleased tail-flick. "You have impeccable taste, then."

"Well, according to my beautiful wife, you and she are of the same- spirit, is perhaps the best word for it. A similar person from different circumstances. I can hardly do other than admire the likeness."

" - Huh. How do you figure a thing like that?"

"It's in the song of the world. The warp and weft than makes up the fabric of existence."

"The same actor," she says, softly, "Placed into different stories and handed different scripts of their lives."

"The same response to the entire concept of a scripted life."

"Well, you're good at cold reading people if nothing else," she teases. 

Tiny smile. "My actual social skills are basically nonexistent. I just cheat."

"What does your song say about me, I wonder."

"You're a silence in it," she says, "An unraveling, moving through the tapestry."

"But you have to touch to be touched, and - there's a shape in the places you aren't." She's quiet. "I don't think you'd want me spilling out every little thing I can glean, but..."

"You don't just look like - someone I lost. You're shaped like her, in many ways. And... I knew her Song better than I knew my own, sometimes. I knew the paths it could take, through all the long Ages and possibilities of eternity, whereas I only know the one shape of me. So I'd be cheating a little in reading you."

"Hm."

"My wife has the same shape in the Song," she says, arms briefly tightening around Luthien. "Though I don't know how much of it you can sense."

"None of it, more or less."

"It's a rare skill, even in our world."

"Interesting. Might we join you?"