Garnet paused. She'd not yet seen the vision of Alexandria's last queen, and took the compliment with a faint smile. Before she could thank him properly though, her eyes caught on the familiarly eccentric garb, and her gaze was drawn away.

She stared in silent shock, her body frozen. Portraits of the late queen still hung in the corridors of the palace Alexandria, and Garnet looked upon them daily. Still, a posed portrait could not compare to the distinct, three-dimensional form of her mother, 'standing' just out of her reach.

"...It... can't be..."