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A head turns to what seemed to be an inverse sphere. Not the absence of one, since it never existed in the first place. White hair flicked over their shoulders.

“Oh? That’s an interesting one.”

Red lips curled into a deep smile, not sinister, but certainly mischievous. Narrowing their eyes, they peer a bit further.

“Well, would you look at it. Random chance truly culminates in something eventually. What a partnership! Or would the correct term be alliance? The difference is hard to tell, considering how it blurs the lines.”

Suddenly, the woman’s posture perks up. Turning around in their both infinitely big and infinitely small sitting device, whatever it could be, they look at you.

No, not the you from earlier. You.

“I haven’t had guests in such a while, I wasn’t expecting someone to pop in. Where’s your manners, thinking you have the right to pop into whatever reality you wish to?”

Unable to contain a straight face for even a second, they begin to laugh and wave it off. “It’s fine it’s fine, it’s not like I was currently using that fabric of reality for much anyway. Besides, divining information isn’t necessarily a crime unless you’re one of those dreadful people that actually like laws and politics. Ick.”

A small, tiny, adorable voice calls out from the background, “Cookies are almost done, Mistress!”

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As they call back a ‘thank you' in reply, you manage to gain a better look at them. One eye green and one eye blue, and a long, one piece black dress. They don’t seem to be wearing high heals, which is obvious for someone trying to relax, but each time you re-examine any of the details you’ve previously examined, it’s changed in either a minute or large way. As if they’re all possibilities as the same time.

“Now, what I meant to get to originally,” they continue the conversation between the two of you, which is very much so one sided. Turning around and looking at the inversed sphere, not necessarily a black hole, but quite possibly both the closest and furthest comparison at the same time, their smile never fades.

“It’s not often one wanders into my personal playplace, especially one given so many gifts, and such powerful ones as well. I won’t try to calculate their odds of success, since knowing something like that makes it boring, but I can already deem the odds low. I suppose it’s after they fail when things start to truly kick off.”

Not turning around, they speak as if they were directly looking at you, “But there are some things even a being such as yourself can’t see. Don’t worry, you make things quite entertaining, and gifts are gifts. Who am I to spoil people’s fun?”

There's a strange silence, where she is likely waiting for you to respond, but after nothing she raises an eyebrow.

"Not the communicative type? Or maybe there is a requirement or stimuli needed to allow for such a thing? The voice did only speak at certain moments. Interesting interesting interesting... something for further study I suppose. I have lived a very, very long time you know, and yet somehow only now managed to discover you, and believe me I see more than you can comprehend."

“Coming Mistress!” The other voice, now closer but not visible, seems to sound close to that of a child, though it is spoken with a sulphury tang, which somehow makes sense. Not due to tone, but something racial.

She released a sigh.

“Alright, you’ve got your things to do, and so do I. It’s almost my brunch afterall. We can finish this later. Run along, and I wish you fun looking about the different planes of existences.”

Raising a delicate hand covered in what seems to be black, laced, satin gloves, she presses her pointer and thumb finger together.

Then, with a crisp snap-