08-14-2012, 12:29 AM
At the words, she turned to glance appreciatively at the soldiers passing by. It was a little difficult to ignore the wigs, but once past that it was easy to see what fine forms the men had. The thought of a woman in such an outfit made her blush all over again.
Cateline found herself imagining the other woman in one such get up. The thought was rather fetching, but all too embarrassing to her mind. "I think she would look lovely. Even the wig would seem beautiful on her." With red wisps of hair flying away beneath the white to frame a delicate face.
More blushing ensued with a rather nervous twitching. Hands moved to tug and pull at hair once more. In the end, the mass of curls once held up by pins tumbled down under the onslaught. This was getting to be too much! It was the strangest of situations to feel so nervous around her friend like this.
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