The music fades out, leaving Mirror and Isabelle standing at the dance floor. The silence - well, [i]relative[/i] silence. The party is still ongoing after all - is a welcome respite. In fact, it's more than welcome, it's absolutely necessary. After all, one doesn't have [i]that[/i] kind of a speech thrown at them whilst doing [i]that[/i] kind of a dance and somehow have a witty one-liner prepared to finish it off with.

It was going to take some time to unpack all this. This ... this ... 

[i]Fire and fury ... did she just declare war on my mother??![/i]

That was not an outcome she'd expected when they'd started this dance. Was this going to be a thing? Just continually getting surprised by world-changing events like this every time she just honestly talked with someone?

This galaxy was ridiculous. And the sheer enormity of that thought brought a smile to her face before she could stop it.

"You know, I think I believe you can do exactly as you say, Mira Fishers, whose name is Whispered Promise."

[i]Although in this case, the promise was anything but whispered.[/i] she thinks, casting a glance towards where her mother had been standing. Almira has gone, but that's about as comforting as [i]not[/i] seeing the snake that had been in the room a few minutes ago.

"I won't bother warning you about just how dangerous she can be. I think you've already weighed that into your plans - but just ... my siblings ... they're in this picture too." she says.

"And ... thank you. For the Name, as well as the lesson. I will need some time to properly process this, but I promise I will."