Mimic hummed softly as she sat at her vanity, brushing her hair and styling it into two curly puffs, finishing up but moisturizing her ears as her tail swayed gently, while her spirit motes moved behind her as if they were also trying to look at themselves in the mirror, making the girl laugh softly before reaching up and petting their heads.
“I think we look fine, don’t you?” She says, standing and moving towar...