@fantasynature // starter call.
❝ ...Pardon. I seemed to have dropped my pin; would you be so kind as to retrieve it for me? ❞ Gloves hands were gently holding onto silver locks ( neatly braided in intricate patterns ), and there was a certain reluctance to loosen the grip and retrieve the decorative rose lest she chose to start over with her handiwork. She had more pressing matters than to end to her hair twice, so she hoped the other was less full of gimmicks than the irritating puppets that often followed her.















