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The Ides of March
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She turned this way and that in front of the mirror, piling her hair up on top of her head and then letting it go again. When she'd run away from her mother she had always used a knife to keep her mane very short, but now that she was here it was beginning to grow out. She didn't know how long she wanted it to get...it was really curly, so it didn't look as long as it really was. So she would probably end up letting it get pretty long. Occasionally the hair got into her face when she was trying to hunt or scout, and she held it back with a ribbon, but today she didn't mind as much.
She stood in the center of a room that was full of lights and mirrors. She'd found a school in the city, a place that humans had once used for teaching and learning, and had wandered into the stage and studio portion of it. This was most certainly a changing and makeup room for stage performers; each mirror had lights around it, some cracked and some broken off completely, and there were multiple plugins around every partition.
Siobhan held up one child's dress, looking at it in the mirror. Light shone down from multiple holes in the roof, illuminating pieces of the fabric and making it so that she could see the color of it. It was a dark red color, a shade that nearly matched the coyote's eyes.
Would this be a good choice? She had wanted some clothing for a while...and ones of these type seemed good for her. She would be able to walk and hunt in them and she could move around without making too much sound. They were open in the bottom, so it wouldn't feel like her legs were being restricted by anything. She'd tried on pants...and those hadn't felt good at all. She started to slip the dress on, pulling it up around herself. There was a zipper in the back, but she couldn't quite reach it.
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