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- Mirage - 05-26-2025
Christian Frost struck a rather unassuming figure as he entered her office. Dani liked to think of herself as rather a good reader of people, whether that might be as a result of her mutation or some innate streak of her own personality. And yet, as dark eyes casually observed him, the first thing that came to mind was <i>blank canvas</i>. Brown shoes, brown pants, brown tie, brown jacket. White shirt, crisp and tailored, spoke of someone who took great pride in how they presented themselves to the world. The rest of him, as far as she could tell, was desperate to keep a low profile. And there was nothing wrong with that, not every mutant in the world needing to shout about who they were or what they could do. Granted, some of them couldn’t quite help how the world perceived them, their mutations bold and bright for all to see… but either way, there in her office, every one of them could sit without judgement. A small sliver of peace in a darkening world.<br><br>Slowly, encouragingly, Dani’s lips curled into a smile. Warm and welcoming, a genuine sentiment from a woman who often found herself too deep in thought, too analytical, too headstrong. Never one to deny a hand offered in her direction, the solidity of human contact just as vital as understanding the tangled inner workings of the mind, her own reached out to his in a firm handshake, steadying and grounded. With her other hand she gestured to one of the three nearby chairs, cozy and plush, the least the Cheyenne could do to put her clients at ease.<br><br><span style='color:#f5f49e'>“Please, call me Dani. And the pleasure is all mine, truly. Getting sessions back up and running after… everything that’s happened in the District has been a challenge, but I am happy to receive any and all who need help. Or even just a listening ear.”</span><br><br>Moving away from the handshake in due time, Mirage continued to move around her office, finishing up her task of grabbing the relevant files and opening up all of the notes she needed to reference on her laptop, sliding it along the desk so that it was within easy reach of her own chair. Far be it from her to pay attention to the screen while her clients were pouring their hearts out, but technology seemed more and more to be a necessary tool, a gentle sort of evil.<br><br>Sweeping her long braids over her shoulders and settling down in her seat opposite Christian, close enough to be confidential but not too close as to invade too far into personal space, her bracelets of leather and turquoise beads jingled. A pen in hand, a deep breath, and she relaxed - a quiet invitation for him to do the same, if he could.<br><br><span style='color:#f5f49e'>“Now then. In your own time, why is it you’ve come to see me today? I have my notes and thoughts, but I’d much prefer to hear it in your own words.”</span><br><br>No doubt there would be trauma along the way, but Dani was prepared for that. Besides, perhaps they could find some common understanding in it.<br><br>