“You look beautiful.”
( ◦ SHE IS POISE and she is grace, but still the compliments of strangers are enough to bring the company of roses to her cheeks -- to jumpstart her heart like it once stilled and a shock was needed to bring her back to life. she can feel her body, warm, and she studies the other girl before her before saying anything at all. ) “ ...”
“ thank you, truly. it’s a blessing that you’d pick me out of the crowd,” ( ◦ she pauses, ) “ much less see me in the first place.” ( ◦ true gratitude colours her voice, though her eyes still study the girl before her. she is the one that looks like a fairy tale -- snow white and her dwarves, cinderella and her slipper. it is in the strength of her bones, the perfection of her skin and her lips curve to a smile. it’s not every day one receives the compliment of a princess. in the end, she’s sure that’s what she is -- the daughter of royalty, without a proper title. princesses are always the fairest. if this were a fairy tale, seul would be the wizard studying all his curiosities. ) “ and your name is ..?”
