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The way Nia talks isn't such a lurid, garish sound.

It had seemed that way at first, and it had alarmed Pyra a little.

The consonants were roiled instead of popped, the vowels thrushing instead of a mnemonic's coo.

Even in her shyest moments, she'd been so unapologetic. The way it's intrinsic, characteristic...

Of course Pyra can do naught but admire, now. Gaze on at living, bursting brilliance, and strive to match in her own stride.

Fire licks steam from water. Flickers of impatience have coalesced to wisdom.

When Nia speaks softly to her, that's the best change of all.