[ And in that moment, Natalia's eyes glaze over as a memory comes upon her. She seems to be in another world for a moment, and her hands (both of them) reach up towards her chest and the mark again. And out loud she mutters, with a surprised gasp which doesn't suit the situation she's in with Cleo but does suit the memory replaying in her head: ]
There are seven of us...
[ ... But then righting herself, she blinks twice and lowers her hands, looking sheepish. ... Wait, that tone - and it's the Crest of Six Flowers... that's- ]
... I know where all the crests-- ah. Tattoos were.
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There are seven of us...
[ ... But then righting herself, she blinks twice and lowers her hands, looking sheepish. ... Wait, that tone - and it's the Crest of Six Flowers... that's- ]
... I know where all the crests-- ah. Tattoos were.