08-12-2012, 02:59 PM
A light laugh escaped Cateline at the sound of the woman's voice. "What, my winds or my pistol?" Light tone fluting trough the air like a river, she grinned as she worked. It was such a shame her pastries had been turned into mush by starving people. The brunette really would have helped them if they'd only asked. They were after all some of the people she fought for. Alas, they'd not done so and these were the consequences.
Cateline glanced over her shoulder at the red haired woman and motioned to the mess. "But it will ruin that beautiful dress of yours." She knew the older woman didn't really seem to care for such things, but she couldn't help but do so for her. There were after all appearances to uphold ... Which brought a wry laugh the her lips. She was fighting for the equality of everyone wasn't she? It was these kinds of thoughts that Cateline wanted to put aside.
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