Snippet #2430017

((A thick white dress, coat, and tall white boots. Her eyes are pretty much the only colored part of her.)) Coette gave a sympathetic smile at the boy's frustration. It was kind of sweet, the way he was. She sorta wished that she could keep him as her own servant once she brought him in. But that wasn't up to her. It was, ultimately, Queen Una's decision. But there was hope. "I'm a little cold," she admitted. "But you look much worse. I'm Coette." She smiled at the boy, attempting to earn his trust. She didn't want to have to bbring him in by force. He was just too helpless, what with his chattering teeth and toddler talk. But she might have to.