She's a dancer on the glass

Giselle Fantasia · 02-09-2012, 09:54 PM

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WC: 446. So this shouldn't be a surprise to you, but guess what? BRIEF PP NEAR THE END.

And it's warm and real and bright o/`

Though she had told her mate of she and Ezekiel's meeting, the female had not told him the entire story. Afraid to hurt or anger him any further, she had left the part about their dance out of her tale, as well as the golden prince's kind and generous words that would only enrage the knight. Though she was happy to see Ezekiel alive and well, Giselle knew that the prince of the north would return to his home after the festival had concluded, and she back to the lands of the Dreamers - where the Lictor rightfully belonged. The snow white female recalled the dance with the prince perfectly, and though it was a dream come true for a woman like herself, her thoughts always went back to the dance of the fireflies that she shared with her own prince. Regardless, it was enjoyable to learn new lessons in dancing, and Giselle had intended to practice yet again with the emerald-eyed Sadira.

Excited at the prospect of a new dress, a further bounce became evident in her steps as they walked along, white feet falling into stride with the knight's. The male seemed to be doing everything that the pale princess read from any of her enchanting books - he had saved her from evil, swept her off her feet, had given her a glorious white wedding and now wanted to shower her with gifts. While she never expected for her prince to provide her with anything except his affection, the Fantasia female smiled in gratitude nonetheless. I would love that, she said, consenting to the mottled male's proposal. And maybe you'll find something nice, too. The woman did not want to be the only one going home with new commodities, though she was certain Silvano did not want to find a new outfit for himself.

As they walked towards the many colorful and noisy stalls, Giselle gasped and felt her face redden instantly, suddenly remembering that she had forgotten to bring anything of hers to trade in hopes of finding something for the errant knight. She stopped at once, her arm still linked with the man's, face cast downwards as auburn rivulets began to swing before her powdered face. The woman felt the tug as she halted, pulling the man out of his casual stride. Oh Silvano.. please forgive me. I did not bring anything of mine to trade to get you a gift in return. 'Elle could feel her eyes begin to tear up, feeling the familiar stinging sensation at the corners of her eyes. As the petite white femme stepped up next to him, she pressed her sorrowful face into his arm.

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