@ablinkntime sent: ‘ sometimes it feels like someone else is wearing my body . ’ (gimme Dani)
ㅤㅤㅤDani stands at the kitchen's stove, a cast iron skillet bubbling with hot oil on the range's open flame. On the counter beside her sit a tidy row of portioned dough, shaped into flattened rounds. Despite the array (and the waiting skillet), her eyes are on Clarice.
ㅤㅤㅤThere's much Moonstar doesn't know about the Exile Blink, but she bears a sense of the other mutant that is... not unfamiliar. If Dani's being honest, something about Clarice reminds her of Illyana. She takes care not to let her powers even brush against Blink's mind, knowing instinctively the amount of harm something like that could do...
ㅤㅤㅤ"I understand you've endured many trials, seen many worlds..." Mirage comments, her head tipping, "...something like that can make a person feel adrift in their own reality. Forget the roots of who they are..."
ㅤㅤㅤPicking up one of the rounds of dough with her bare fingers, Dani stretches in a rotating motion before placing it in the skillet, the oil hissing and spitting as she does so. She seems unbothered by the flecks of hot oil leaving reddened marks on her wrists. Offering an understanding smile to Clarice, Moonstar asks, "Let's start with this: Do you like fry bread?