08-13-2012, 11:24 PM
A curious look crossed her features as her friend leaned forward. Cateline felt her eyes move to trace the sway of bright red hair, until a soft touch lingered longer then necessary against her features. A rush of blood swept across her skin, and uncertainly filled her grey eyes.
Stammering slightly at the action, Cateline settled for turning away slightly and tugging at her long curling locks. The strand stretched between the woman's fingers, longer and longer, until it sprang back into place. She simply had no idea what was going on, why was she suddenly so nervous?
"W-well yes, that's true. Most of all I love how the seasons change." Quickly she moved to try and cover her strange behavior. Words filled the space as she glanced aside to see the soldiers walking by in their useless powdered wigs. Fashion had nothing to do with war, even Cateline knew that.
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