[ Big Boy is not nearly as put off by prophecy as her Sleeper is. She doesn't need to be. It's easier for her to feel afraid. ]
It's me.
[ Big Boy makes herself smaller, in an effort to make the tiny mouse more comfortable. She shrinks herself down to the size of a little pony, keeping her head bowed in case there is something the other Omen wants to inspect. ]
You know me. My name is -
[ The thought goes unclear, fuzzy. It is the warmth of the afternoon sun, the feeling of having told a joke just right. It is something far away and lost and still here. ]
no subject
It's me.
[ Big Boy makes herself smaller, in an effort to make the tiny mouse more comfortable. She shrinks herself down to the size of a little pony, keeping her head bowed in case there is something the other Omen wants to inspect. ]
You know me. My name is -
[ The thought goes unclear, fuzzy. It is the warmth of the afternoon sun, the feeling of having told a joke just right. It is something far away and lost and still here. ]