Curiosity is what draws Lucy in to explore the castle as well. She'd listened to the warning about the ice phantoms, and like Roui, told herself she wouldn't go up too high. Just a peek or two.
Until she realized what was being reflected after the first mirror or two had only shown her a reflection akin to what she might see in a funhouse mirror. As the images grew clearer, she saw a woman with her back turned, holding a pink-haired baby with horns, whose chubby face peeked over the woman's shoulder. The following mirrors showed the horned baby growing up into a child, and Lucy soon realized that the baby was herself, which meant the woman must be her mother.
Wanting to catch a glimpse of her mother's face, which she'd never seen for herself, Lucy lost track of how high she was going. But with every mirror, her mother either had her back turned, or the mirror only showed her from the neck down, never revealing her face.
Before she knew it, she had managed to encounter someone else. She had to pause for a moment as she was puzzled by his appearance. Obviously not human. Was he another refugee, or one of the native races of Nippon? He was mumbling to himself, but nothing she could pick out until she cautiously inched closer to him. She listens for a couple of seconds before finally deciding to break the silence by clearing her throat.
3 (Lucy)
Until she realized what was being reflected after the first mirror or two had only shown her a reflection akin to what she might see in a funhouse mirror. As the images grew clearer, she saw a woman with her back turned, holding a pink-haired baby with horns, whose chubby face peeked over the woman's shoulder. The following mirrors showed the horned baby growing up into a child, and Lucy soon realized that the baby was herself, which meant the woman must be her mother.
Wanting to catch a glimpse of her mother's face, which she'd never seen for herself, Lucy lost track of how high she was going. But with every mirror, her mother either had her back turned, or the mirror only showed her from the neck down, never revealing her face.
Before she knew it, she had managed to encounter someone else. She had to pause for a moment as she was puzzled by his appearance. Obviously not human. Was he another refugee, or one of the native races of Nippon? He was mumbling to himself, but nothing she could pick out until she cautiously inched closer to him. She listens for a couple of seconds before finally deciding to break the silence by clearing her throat.