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Kayra: "Kayra? ... What ARE you?" Changeling: "I don't know!"
Tamidla: "She's a changeling!" Changeling: "Please... I'm trying so hard to be normal." Kayra: "It's all right, sweetie. None of us can help how we're made."
Tamilda: "She WAS made! To REPLACE YOU!" Kayra: "Replace... me? Is that true?" Changeling: "No! ...Maybe? I've always been... like this. ...I think. I'm just trying to live my life. Not even my PARENTS know."
Mother (off-panel): "Kayra, dear? Where are you?" Changeling: "Oh, no -- mother!" Tamilda: "Kayra! That's YOUR mother!" Kayra: "My...?" Singing Cricket, a determined look on his face, pulls his false moustache from his robe. "Leave it to me."
Mother: "Pardon me, boy... have you seen my daughter? Beautiful, lovely smile, impeccably dress--" She turns and looks in wide-eyed surprise (or horror?) at the scene going on behind her. "What in the nine hells?!"
Singing Cricket: "Now WATCH as she dances -- WITHOUT STRINGS!"
Mother: "Young man, you are SUCH a talent! That BEAUTIFUL dancing... Here, it isn't much... But I ohpe it will help you buy a less HIDEOUS puppet." The changeling slumps sadly. |