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" Well that's quite alright, " She said to Anna. She laughed lightly and looked up at the sky, " To be beautiful and loved, even for the smallest of time is a gift. " Even with the smile she donned, torment and sadness flashed through her eyes. However, just like a shooting star, as quickly as it appeared, it was gone. Ariel used to say that all the time. It always bothered Mimi because... well Ariel was beautiful. Not like generic beautiful, but really beautiful on the inside and out. Being around her had been like being around the sun. In the same way many say being around Mimi was like basking in the moon.
Ever observant Mimi witnessed the fight. She raised an eyebrow but made no comment. She did however find it amusing that the ice king melted for her cold queen. She simply tucked that away in her mind for later purposes. Beyond that she notices that romance seems to be flitting through the air. Romance might be the right word, lust maybe. Lust fueled by alcohol and the drugs that she disdained. She shook her head, deciding to not focus on that tonight. " I like England, but I like France much better. They have macaroons, I love macaroons. Colin," She said leaning her head on Anna's shoulder. She absently played with the twig as she talked, her bell like voice twinkling amidst the chaos around them. " Reminds me of a macaroon. They're cold and they look like they'd be hard. They're cute, but appear kind of boring in comparison to other french treats. However, with all that in mind I find myself unable too give up on the treats. Want to know why?" She said widening her eyes and raising her eyebrows. With a lazy smile she drawled, " Because, they are so delicious on the inside. "
After watching the celebration unfold Mimi quickly became bored and cold. Even with the summer air they were near water and a cool breeze was beginning to blow past them. " I'm cold, " she whined. Easing off of Anna's shoulder she sat upright and plucked the ponytail out of her hair. Making her mass of hair fall around her like heavy waves crashing on a beach. Her hair fell around her haphazardly but it was somehow comforting and blocked the wind from chilling her sensitive ears. She ran a hand through her hair, tossing her bangs to one side. With a raised eyebrow she slid over to Anna, then pronounced her "not warm enough", then back to Colin who, as men do, was radiating heat. " Good enough, " Again without even a warning she draped her arm around his midsection and leaned her body against him. " Why are boys so much warmer than girls? " She asked absentmindedly, " You're like freaking heaters. "