fighting-instinctâ:
The girlâs expression turns into a perfect expression of being caught red-handed with her hand in the cookie jar⊠or in her ill-prepared bag, to be precise. It perfectly shows how reckless and perhaps even naive the little blonde is, yet her expression shows even she knows it, andâŠ
Itâs adorable.
Sasumeâs attempt to discourage the girl has worked well; better than she ever expected it would, with her stubborn energy just a moment before. Her own will dwindles, if only because now she knows the girl has calmed and all-but admitted how under prepared she is.
âCome on,â she starts wryly, a little and fond smile pulling at the womanâs lips as she starts to move past her. A gloved hand drops on the girlâs head as she does, affectionately tousling the fair strands as she heads back towards town in a casual stride.
âLetâs go to the corner store, first. Iâll show you what youâll need before heading out for something like this.â
đątar looked back up at the woman who stood before her with an irritated look, disappointed with the inventory she had; obviously, this gatekeeper would keep her from entering the woods with her literal bag of trash. When the princess studied the womanâs expression, however, she was met with the opposite reaction... Did this mean she could pass through? Maybe she could butter her up a bit, maybe a couple compliments, give her the week-old snack that was in her bag-- you know, the good stuff.
When she invited Star to join her, Star quirked a brow, about to argue, until she offered to join her to the corner store. Ooh, she made it past the gatekeeper-- HECK YES!
â Thank you so much, lady! â
She walked alongside the stranger, who she had decided was her new friend-- her only friend in this weird wasteland. Actually, she shouldnât be calling her new friend âLady,â thatâs so rude.
â Oh, by the way, Iâm Star. Whatâs your name? â















