[Of course. Of course Isabela had to walk in just as Mirabel said that. Downsizing from their beautiful Casita to a small, modest apartment in the city meant that what little privacy they did have back home has shrunk even further.
To be fair, Isabela hadn't been snooping. As Mirabel copes with her own changes, so too did her oldest sister; they're not as drastic and visible as Mirabel, but there's... something off about Isabela's skin. What at first looks like several patchy red rashes across her arms and legs, and even crawling up the side of her neck and cheek, are on closer inspection scales. Tiny, layered scales, seemingly crimson red, that glint as they catch the light. They grow out of her skin in a way similar the leafy vines of Mirabel's new "hair" do, but there's no uniform spread to them.]
I don't know, I think it's a good look for you.
[She's got that infuriatingly smug look on her face that Mirabel knows all so well, but there's also a playful glint in her eyes. But there's something... off, too. About the way her eyebrows furrow, and how she idly scratches at a patch of scales on her forearm.]
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[Of course. Of course Isabela had to walk in just as Mirabel said that. Downsizing from their beautiful Casita to a small, modest apartment in the city meant that what little privacy they did have back home has shrunk even further.
To be fair, Isabela hadn't been snooping. As Mirabel copes with her own changes, so too did her oldest sister; they're not as drastic and visible as Mirabel, but there's... something off about Isabela's skin. What at first looks like several patchy red rashes across her arms and legs, and even crawling up the side of her neck and cheek, are on closer inspection scales. Tiny, layered scales, seemingly crimson red, that glint as they catch the light. They grow out of her skin in a way similar the leafy vines of Mirabel's new "hair" do, but there's no uniform spread to them.]
I don't know, I think it's a good look for you.
[She's got that infuriatingly smug look on her face that Mirabel knows all so well, but there's also a playful glint in her eyes. But there's something... off, too. About the way her eyebrows furrow, and how she idly scratches at a patch of scales on her forearm.]