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You raised an eyebrow at her, simultaneously glad and disappointed by the fact that your mask was concealing your smirk. <span class="mu-r">“Are you perhaps implying that I’m the type of person who gets up to things? Shenanigans, maybe?”</span>
The clone didn’t look terribly amused. Either that, or she simply couldn’t tell that you were joking. <span class="mu-b">“From what I’ve witnessed? Yes. Miss Pandora seems to think that your visit will cause trouble somehow.”</span> she said in a hushed tone.
<span class="mu-r">“First, I’m gonna need you to tell me all about your sister falling down that hole.”</span> you said, your index finger raised to halt her inquiries. <span class="mu-r">“I actually regret not being there to witness that. I don’t suppose you have a recording of it?”</span>
The clone tried, and failed, to hide her grin as she checked behind her to make sure that the original wasn’t anywhere within earshot. <span class="mu-b">“I wish.”</span>
You both chuckled at that.
Over the next few minutes, the Silvertongue clone retold her version of the events, where she and her sister were tasked with trekking up a snowy mountain and investigating a newly formed dungeon of sorts. According to her, she wore the wrong shoes for the occasion, and was unable to stop herself in time when the original skidded to a halt. This sent the clone barreling into the original, who then tumbled down, down, down into the deep, murky abyss.
The clone waited with baited breath, sending messages and beacons down to locate her lost twin. After about 15 minutes without a response, she was just considering going down after her, when a truly massive stone ladder extended from the hole to lean against its opening. For some reason, the clone actually thought it was a good idea to slide down and check on her sister. She did in fact find her, but not before she had been thoroughly thrashed by the monsters below, and had spent the majority of her remaining mana recovering from her injuries and conjuring the extremely tall ladder.
The rest of their adventure had the clone dispense the few remaining creatures left in the cavern, while the original conserved her energy and provided support from behind.
Gwen was very clearly amused by the whole thing, and you couldn’t resist poking fun at the original whenever the opportunity presented itself. It was just too satisfying.
Pandora, however, didn’t seem all that amused by the ordeal. A brief, but stern glare from her was enough to chastise the giggling newborn, but it wasn’t enough to prevent her from chortling when she thought she wasn’t looking.
This lighthearted mood didn’t last forever, though, because the clone was back to asking about Gwen a minute later. By this time, the girl in question was beginning to realize that she was in fact inquiring about her, and began questioning you about it as well.
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