[ Sigurd certainly shares Sheryl's self-importance; now that he's out on the street he looks sleeker than he did inside, with an air that of course a swan walking down the sidewalk was perfectly normal. And the people walking by, for their part, seemed to pick up on that, and didn't pay any attention to him; it was only a block or two later that they'd stop and think about what happened. He waddled right under the turnstile without anyone raising an objection, and once on the train, settled into a seat and began to preen his wing feathers.
Daemons often indicate their owner's state of mind, and this was no exception. Sheryl opened her compact once she was seated, checking her makeup; she'd gone a little heavy on the blush to make her face look healthier, but after years of having stage makeup applied, knew exactly how much makeup was sometimes needed to make it look like you weren't wearing any at all. ]
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Daemons often indicate their owner's state of mind, and this was no exception. Sheryl opened her compact once she was seated, checking her makeup; she'd gone a little heavy on the blush to make her face look healthier, but after years of having stage makeup applied, knew exactly how much makeup was sometimes needed to make it look like you weren't wearing any at all. ]