witchesreign | @Trabia | Not deaged

[Gwendolyn, not for the first time, is of the belief that her stay in this world is not the result of a loopy Sorceress kompressing time, but actually a punishment from her father. Having spent the past week and a half essentially babysitting what were normally fellow cadets, with some of the adults taking their being regressed to her age as an excuse to shirk duties, strikes her as the sort of ironic hell that would drive Queen Odette jealous for not having thought of it first.

Still, at least her fellow unaffected have taken to the task of looking after the afflicted well, to the point that by now they can afford to let some of them take time off. Which is what she'ss doing in Trabia Garden at the moment (well, that and keeping an eye in case the one guiding the children on a field trip missed one).

She finds the weather rather chilly today, to the point that she's wearing her cadet uniform - her wings come out of slits she had made on the skirt, but it doesn't seem to raise much attention, thankfully.]

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[Damian's been thoroughly enjoying his time as a teenager. Not only has the world taken him seriously - for once - but also he's finally able to do things he couldn't before! For instance, walk around town alone without people asking where his parents are.

Unfortunately? He also didn't have clothes that really fit... so he kinda temporarily "borrowed" Minato's Cadet uniform. (Hey, he'd wash it and pay the guy back later. He promised.) Noticing Gwendolyn, Damian gives her an acknowledging nod before he starts walking towards a local clothing store.

The sooner he gets himself out of these clothes, the better.]

[Gwendolyn notices Damian - one of the rare few who was aged up at the moment - and returns the nod. Out of curiosity, she decides to follow him into the clothing store.]

Good day, Damian. I see you are taking well to your current form.

Hey, Gwendolyn. [He slows down as they enter the store, and even holds it open for her!] Of course I'd enjoy this! People've finally stopped asking me where my parents are.

Slag, I didn't think I passed for a native that well.

[She gives him a hint of a smile for the gesture.] Well, you have no unusual features or powers, so few would consider you an offworlder.

'Tis odd that you're considered a child here - I suppose each world has different standards.

[Erk. She had to mention his non-meta status. Damian reluctantly nods.] Y-yeah... I'm not that special compared to the others.

Wait. I wouldn't be considered a kid in your world?

[Gwendolyn considers her response] You're eleven years of age, so you would be just short of a coming of age on most kingdoms. At the very least, people would be less concerned about your going about unsupervised.

... Whoa. [That causes him to stare at her.] In my world, "coming of age" means eighteen. So most people don't let kids run around unsupervised until they're like, thirteen or fourteen.

[Inspects a t-shirt and dumps it into his arms. Obviously, fashion's the last thing he's concerned about.]

I suppose it has much to do with a world's life expectancy. I've noticed people marry at an older age here, as well.

[glances back at her after he dumps more t-shirts and jeans into his arms. Maybe he should actually try this stuff on instead of just buying the first thing he sees.]

Probably. I know people don't marry until their early twenties in my world... and here too. Kinda.

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