( That's a lot to think about. A woman who rose from servant to queen, who lost those dearest to her, who was left with a kingdom on her shoulders. Her gaze is caught on the way Rani moves. The twitch of her hands, or perhaps there is no movement at all. Some part of her knows that Rani needs to be moving, that she should be prowling and shifting like a wild cat, a mountain lion that even when it is still is poised and ready.
She reaches down to one of the draws, eases it open, and draws out something shining, barely visible. Holding onto it, Magni hesitates, looking at the ground for long moments before she slides from the dresser, keeping it cradled in her hand. Kneels in front of Rani where she sits, and presses it into her hands, guides her fingers onto it, so she can roll it between her fingers, map the braided threads of silver and bronze that make up the bangle, and the stone set into it. She can't— it's not the right way to offer it, but she doesn't have anything else that seems well suited to busying hands with, and she exhales unhappily because it doesn't seem appropriate, but she's here now already. )
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She reaches down to one of the draws, eases it open, and draws out something shining, barely visible. Holding onto it, Magni hesitates, looking at the ground for long moments before she slides from the dresser, keeping it cradled in her hand. Kneels in front of Rani where she sits, and presses it into her hands, guides her fingers onto it, so she can roll it between her fingers, map the braided threads of silver and bronze that make up the bangle, and the stone set into it. She can't— it's not the right way to offer it, but she doesn't have anything else that seems well suited to busying hands with, and she exhales unhappily because it doesn't seem appropriate, but she's here now already. )
Jhansi ki Rani. What name makes you happiest?