[Exactly like the Hope she remembers. Were it not for the hair and slight but still noticeable differences in body shape--is this person shorter that the Hope she knows or just curled into themselves--she'd buy that this is her Hope.
But it's not. With a frown crossing her face, Lightning pulls back and away. Fire leaps to her hand, the small spell held there for a source of light and warmth, to drive away the chill down her back. Except it doesn't; now that she's upright she can see this person's face and they look exactly like Hope. Baby-faced but angled, bright eyes reflecting the firelight. Were it not for the hair...Lightning's eyes narrow.]
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But it's not. With a frown crossing her face, Lightning pulls back and away. Fire leaps to her hand, the small spell held there for a source of light and warmth, to drive away the chill down her back. Except it doesn't; now that she's upright she can see this person's face and they look exactly like Hope. Baby-faced but angled, bright eyes reflecting the firelight. Were it not for the hair...Lightning's eyes narrow.]
Hope Estheim?