gardeningaia: (psst ( ... this way!))
Aerith Gainsborough ([personal profile] gardeningaia) wrote in [community profile] onepassingnight 2012-05-24 04:11 am (UTC)

His huff elicits another of her easily given smiles, increasing when her own peek over the shoulder lets her see his swishy high tail. What a ham. But--

"Ah?" He's off! For a moment she's troubled and takes a few cautious steps after him--yes, even half-dressed--but he did woof at her. Even if she doesn't speak wolf she's quickly learned that he's a smart boy and has got his own ideas. He was talking to her, so he's probably not just abandoning her...

Brows furrowed as she tries to figure this out, she resumes dressing. Once that's done (the lacing itself takes a good few minutes), she's padding along the tailor's shop, fussing hands at her hair and thinking about how she should update her hair ribbon to match her dress. Except, it's a memento...she just can't.

Besides, what she really needs is a way to get to the ball. There's a thought that she needs to start hoofing it, pronto, and though she stays at the door to look out for Mister Wolf there's a notable impatience in how she cranes her neck to look around the street, bobbing up and down on her feet. Where oh where is he, and what is he up to?

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