the crisp clacking of heels make an announcement before adelaide ever reaches the counter : ringlets of snow nestled into the crook of her long neck , clad in a thick layer of white fur . she looks severely out of her element , stranded like a winter fox in the sahara --- but her step never falters , nor does she hesitate to venture within their den . ❛ how much? ❜ cheek bending into dainty doll-shoulders , she offers no elaboration . indelicate and oddly casual , the question sits there , in silence , marinating for a few seconds too long . she doesn’t smile , but her shoulders slouch an inch upon relaxion . ❛ how much for you? ❜