Karina | Narcissa
There it was again - that same image of herself. Karina felt her blood run cold, colder than the ice she controlled, and her heart began to race. So it wasn't Origami Cyclone. Ivan didn't escape here. No one from her world did. (Though she was sure she saw Barnaby, but she could ignore him.)
She stared at the other woman, her mouth briefly opened, then she turned back to the mirror. It was more comforting to see her self move as she did. An embarrassed blush covered her cheeks as she tried to find the words she wished to say.
"I did. This place isn't so bad." That sounded stupid. Of course it wasn't bad. It was a festival. Sneaking a glance at her, Karina cleared her throat. "I- Someone I knew could shapeshift and I thought he was here. I was rude before and I apologize."
Mentioning shapeshifting? Well, maybe the other woman would know about that or some powers. Or maybe she'd think Karina was crazy. Or she'd ignore it! Nevertheless -