Ululuya seems to frown for just a moment, something ugly and terrible flitting across her features and when she blinks the shape of her irises change, to something which looks like a full moon with horns. Under her, Keris hears stone and pearl grating, but dares not look away.
"How interesting," Ululuya says, and suddenly her entire mood is different. She just sounds so smart! Even her hair is different - it's a hime cut like Sasi's. And she's taller - and built more like Sasi, too, suspiciously so. She's so smart, obviously cleverer than Keris - but so graceful too. The notes in the hymn change, and they're now praising different things about her. "Well, Keris, my sweet one, I trust you. I really do. Your heart is like the ocean, something moved by the tides."
And there's a gleam in her eyes, too. "I feel your kinship, you know. I feel the me within you. Your taste is immaculate, my sweet one. So much of me, and nothing of Ligier. You really are much more like me. You know what it's like to be maligned. To be persecuted. To be victimised." Her voice is so soft. So coaxing. So gentle. She understands, she really does. "And your little friend, Sasimana. Me and her have an arrangement, too. You could join in. I like you, Keris. I like you a lot, my sweet one. You're beautiful. You understand it."
She folds her hands together gracefully.
"I think I'd like to sponsor you," she says, a quiet smile on her face. She reaches out with her hand. "You're a perfect pearl formed around disgusting mortal grit. I think I love you, Keris. Please. Be with me. Follow me. Love me too."