Songrose Tallulah
Songrose winced internally. She hadn't really expected that much to be true. But that didn't necessarily mean anything...right? She paused when he let go of her hand, and removed his own mask, and let his own hair down. She hadn't really expected it to be so long, but what did that matter? The streak was odd enough, too, but whether by his own design or not, it wasn't her problem, really. But it was a good thing, she thought, that she would actually get to see who she was engaged to, and not just the mask he was wearing. As he started to head down the hall, she took off her own mask; it was starting to get irritating, anyway.
She glanced around curiously at the mess on the floor as he pointed it out, and did her best to avoid stepping on anything as she followed. She didn't know whose they were, and didn't want to accidentally ruin something by stepping on it and ripping it. Though it would have been their own fault, really, for leaving them lying around like that. She hurried up when he asked if she was going to stay there. She bit her tongue, keeping al comments to herself. He certainly wasn't making it easy to at the very least get along with him. She debated for a moment whether or not that was intentional, but shrugged it off. It might just have been strees for all she knew at the moment, being engaged to someone he didn't know; had never even seen before. She could understand that much.
"I'm coming, it's just...the dress is...slowing me down a bit..." she answered. She hadn't had to wear a dress of this kind of occassion, and her mother, for some reason or other, didn't think anything that didn't reach her ankles was acceptable. She hadn't had much of a problem dancing, but she hadn't had to use such big steps to keep up with a dance; it was so much harder to keep up just walking.
Songrose winced internally. She hadn't really expected that much to be true. But that didn't necessarily mean anything...right? She paused when he let go of her hand, and removed his own mask, and let his own hair down. She hadn't really expected it to be so long, but what did that matter? The streak was odd enough, too, but whether by his own design or not, it wasn't her problem, really. But it was a good thing, she thought, that she would actually get to see who she was engaged to, and not just the mask he was wearing. As he started to head down the hall, she took off her own mask; it was starting to get irritating, anyway.
She glanced around curiously at the mess on the floor as he pointed it out, and did her best to avoid stepping on anything as she followed. She didn't know whose they were, and didn't want to accidentally ruin something by stepping on it and ripping it. Though it would have been their own fault, really, for leaving them lying around like that. She hurried up when he asked if she was going to stay there. She bit her tongue, keeping al comments to herself. He certainly wasn't making it easy to at the very least get along with him. She debated for a moment whether or not that was intentional, but shrugged it off. It might just have been strees for all she knew at the moment, being engaged to someone he didn't know; had never even seen before. She could understand that much.
"I'm coming, it's just...the dress is...slowing me down a bit..." she answered. She hadn't had to wear a dress of this kind of occassion, and her mother, for some reason or other, didn't think anything that didn't reach her ankles was acceptable. She hadn't had much of a problem dancing, but she hadn't had to use such big steps to keep up with a dance; it was so much harder to keep up just walking.