The particular smell of Eires' cigarettes heralded their approach to Ori on the roof.
She flipped the notebook open, writing.
It has been a very long time since I needed one.
Audrey, you've seen this handwriting before.
Oh, there's hair in other places! Like under the arms and between the legs.
Your mom?
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Yes! I know fat people!
They can sometimes get married.
A sister and a mom?
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?"You have a sister?" Eires asked incredulously.
She stared hard at Audrey, the fraction of a glimmer of recognition in her eye, but this woman staring at you looks so different from that punk you met a few months, Audrey. Years added on beyond her actual physical age, hair grey as if decades had passed, eyes as dark as the night sky and as cloudy as a foggy night (though she very much still looks like she's looking at you, not through).
[forum cryptid: it/it's]

(Winda is praying to a makeshift shrine
on the roof. She spots Oriana.)
What's, uh, wrong?