@zyrtecdior liked for a starter
At first she wasn’t going to say anything.
She was intimidated by almost everyone, to say nothing of particularly pretty and fashion-forward girls. Tall, gorgeous, and oblivious to her presence--this kind of girl always reminded her of the Toriningen in her dreams, partying just out of reach.
She could never approach them. Not in dreams, and not in real life.
Unless, apparently, she was almost deliriously sleep-deprived. She hadn’t slept well since arriving on the island, having been too nervous and uncomfortable in a place that wasn’t familiar--that wasn’t hers. Her thoughts were slow and fuzzy and couldn’t catch up to her mouth in time.
“Doesn’t it get exhausting, expending time and effort to style it every day? ...It’s pretty.”