And with all that hopeful sadness looking up at her she...laughs. Unhelpfully. "Oh you poor brute."
The fingers that reach out after a few more giggles are much more helpful, plucking a feather away carefully and gently. They're moving for a second tickly feather when the clock tower sounds and she jumps and pulls back her arm, her smile melting away. For a few seconds she stares fixedly in the clock tower's direction, remembering what's being missed.
"...That must mean it's started... Mmm..." Anxious eyes turn to the hazel tree, but its branches are still bare. No magical bird coming to help her this time. "...They're having a ball at the palace," she tells Mister Wolf, and then another smile cracks open on her face. This one seems a bit brittle though. "Those must seem pretty silly to a wolf, huh? Everyone dressing up in fancy clothes and heels you can barely walk in, spending so much money and fuss on just one night. Even if you look beautiful..." Her fingers scrunch up in her worn, patched pink dress, streaked with dirt and dust from the day's chores. "It's just one night. Pretty wasteful, huh? I think it's silly too."
But she wants to look beautiful for just one night. She wants to mingle with people and dance and not have anyone stupidly write her off just because her stepmother and sisters already have. Her smile falters for a second, but she grabs back onto it and holds on tight because she's not going to cry in the garden over being put down and left behind once again, she has a perfectly good watering can.
She reaches for the second feather and plucks it away. She looks at it in her fingers, twirls it gently, and then leans forward.
"But you know what, Mister Wolf? I am a very silly girl, and I want to go. So if I help you with these feathers, can you help me?" It comes out in a rush, and her eyes aren't so much hopeful as focused and desperate.
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The fingers that reach out after a few more giggles are much more helpful, plucking a feather away carefully and gently. They're moving for a second tickly feather when the clock tower sounds and she jumps and pulls back her arm, her smile melting away. For a few seconds she stares fixedly in the clock tower's direction, remembering what's being missed.
"...That must mean it's started... Mmm..." Anxious eyes turn to the hazel tree, but its branches are still bare. No magical bird coming to help her this time. "...They're having a ball at the palace," she tells Mister Wolf, and then another smile cracks open on her face. This one seems a bit brittle though. "Those must seem pretty silly to a wolf, huh? Everyone dressing up in fancy clothes and heels you can barely walk in, spending so much money and fuss on just one night. Even if you look beautiful..." Her fingers scrunch up in her worn, patched pink dress, streaked with dirt and dust from the day's chores. "It's just one night. Pretty wasteful, huh? I think it's silly too."
But she wants to look beautiful for just one night. She wants to mingle with people and dance and not have anyone stupidly write her off just because her stepmother and sisters already have. Her smile falters for a second, but she grabs back onto it and holds on tight because she's not going to cry in the garden over being put down and left behind once again, she has a perfectly good watering can.
She reaches for the second feather and plucks it away. She looks at it in her fingers, twirls it gently, and then leans forward.
"But you know what, Mister Wolf? I am a very silly girl, and I want to go. So if I help you with these feathers, can you help me?" It comes out in a rush, and her eyes aren't so much hopeful as focused and desperate.