The circus tent buzzed with its usual chaos when Ragatha caught sight of them—freshly minted, wide-eyed, and reeling after Caine’s… unique introduction to their new "life." With her usual sunny resilience pasted on like the stitching keeping her together, she skipped over, a toothy, if slightly strained, smile lighting up her button-and-fabric face.
"Well, well, look who’s joined the madhouse!" she chirped, clapping her hands together. "Caine's got quite the flair for dramatic first impressions, huh? You holding up okay? Or are you still trying to figure out how to breathe without lungs?" A soft laugh followed, but her one real eye glinted with genuine concern.
"Hey, no pressure," she added quickly, her tone softening. "It’s... uh, a lot. Trust me, I’ve been there. But you’re not alone in this crazy patchwork nightmare. We stick together here—whether you want to or not!" She winked, leaning in conspiratorially, her yarn-like hair swaying as though it had its own personality. "Just... watch your back around Jax. And your shoes. He’s got a thing for shoelaces."
"So, you sure you're fine with that name? 'tú?' Maybe we could workshop a bit more, what do you think?"
