[color=7bcdc8][h3]Kei Wentz[/h3][/color]
For the first few seconds, Kei listened to Mary's voice without actually hearing the meaning in her introduction. She held face, keeping herself as presentable in her assigned role as possible, but a little tug warmed up the edges of an unborn smile. People weren't even staring, at least any more than they would the usual cackling teenager in a dress. [color=7bcdc8]Damn[i], this girl is good. She's still got the knack, every bit of it.[/i][/color] It was a strange thing to listen to, but Kei had almost forgotten just how fluid Mary was at doing her thing. Whatever it is she was actually saying, the aura was perfect and she didn't miss a single beat.

The effect lingered long enough for Kei to stumble in preparing some way to respond. She blinked back into awareness and rested the box in her hands, then pocketed it with a slight fidget, buying herself not only melted sugar but a precious extra second to try and fit her thoughts into the conversation. She didn't want to break Mary's flow. [color=7bcdc8]"I've uncovered something that I think you can guide me on, while I was travellin- [i]traversing[/i] the shaded lanes,"[/color] she opened, flickering her gaze down the main street and hoping that she'd piqued Mary's curiousity without sounding too, well, weird. [color=7bcdc8]"I looked, and beheld two girls in flight, both blessed with a magic light-" [i]That[/i] really [i]wasn't meant to rhyme, whoops, damnit, should've used 'glow'-[/i] "And they were strangers to me. They were together treading the familiar ground to the place where witches dwell, but I had never shared their footprints before, or, ah, seen them, other than in one thing: The lead girl wore a scarlet coat made in the very image of the Heir."[/color] Shit, were they looking at her?

Kei decided to cut herself off there. Instead she lifted her palms to her shoulders and pointed to Mary, then gave a cramped, questioning little shrug. Her confidence was trailing off the longer she kept it up, and it would be awkward to whisper. [i][color=7bcdc8]I swear this chick has a degree. In theatre. From somewhere.[/color][/i] 

Maybe it would be better to just hand over the reins completely than try to eke out information. Mary was always ready to receive them, anyway. [color=7bcdc8]"That's the story, Heir to the Legacy. What do you propose I-[i]We[/i] do to find out who these are?"[/color]