Renzille practically jumped on her seat, eyes wide with hope and relief.
"Really?" She asked, her voice laced with reluctance. "But.. But how? Bluria is not like any other child out there. She's special."
"Older siblings tend to think their younger siblings are special." Stellamaire interjected and huffed, crossing his arms. "But we can assure you that Lady Bluria will like him— at least, try to like him."
"No, she's different." Renzille insisted, shooting down Stellamaire's assumption of Bluria.
What Renzille said was true.
Bluria is different from other children her age because she is not the same young Bluria she should be, but rather, the older version of herself that also came back from a terrible future.
Though Renzille has not confronted Bluria yet, she believes that the little girl is older than the ones she used to know.
That alone is enough to make her special.
