-twiddles thumbs- Tralalala~ WotD: Yen.
The redheaded man was certainly strange, unlike any of the other pack members she had met to date. Princess held herself high, hip tossed carelessly to the side as she waited for him to inspect it. Who was she to judge a man who wanted to make dresses and admire them? Well, the old Princess Chance would have jumped at the option of judging him, but she had matured a great deal in such a short period of time, it seemed. She certainly hoped that was a good thing. There were aspects of her being that had needed to be changed, but there were parts that she clung to stubbornly, refusing to let go of everything that she was.
The young woman smiled at the compliment. "Thank you," she said, flattered. She had always thought that she had good taste in clothing and appearances, and she made an effort with her own. It was nice to know that there was someone who appreciated good tastes, even if he was a bit... eccentric. Again, who was she to judge the tailor? Princess considered his question for a moment, pondering the thought. She always had a yen, a yearning, a desire to have pretty new clothes, and she knew Haven liked when she had pretty things. "I don't really have anything in mind," she answered, though the tone suggested that she was certainly still open to the idea.
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