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<333333333333 Bris needs a girly friend. XD
WC: 369
Bris had never been one to wear clothing, she found them to be constricting and uncomfortable. Yet she knew of plenty of wolves who did enjoy the human creations, and she smiled as Layla held up the dress. It was a gorgeous color, having been kept safe from the fading effects of sunlight over the past decades. The bright blue matched the other Dahlian's eyes perfectly, and the subtle patches of lace added a feminine delicacy to it. Though Bris chose not to wear such things herself, she could certaintly appreciate the craftsmanship and skill that went into such things. "It's gorgeous Layla! I'm sure Saluce will love it on you! Try it on and make sure it fits!
With her last sentence, the white woman rose from her comfortable position and walked over to the older Dahlian, intent on helping her put the dress on. Most of the dresses Bris had seen of a similar style all fastened in the back, and she was always left wondering how human females must have always managed to find someone to help them get into the fancy things. The Stormbringer couldn't imagine twisting one's arm around at odd angles to try to fasten them alone.
As she waited patiently for Layla to get to the point of needing help, Bris voiced a few things that she'd been wondering about lately. "So, just how are things between you and Saluce? He's a good catch, and you seem to have wrestled him down pretty easily. How in the world did it happen so fast?" The Stormbringer smiled, genuinely happy in the other woman's mateship. Layla and the Tremblay male made a fairly striking couple and seemed to matched well together. It had just shocked her how easily they'd slipped into courtship! It could even be possible that Bris was a little envious of that ease with which they accepted each other. Things were definitely not going badly between Bris and her object of affection, but they were moving at a snail's pace. The white woman understood Conor's need to take things slowly well, but she couldn't help but wish every now and then that he would just take a damned leap of faith.
Table by Kiri/Jenny!