Petra flashed a smile at Dorothea, but she shook her head slowly. “I am feeling like perhaps you are exaggerating, Dorothea. I know I am looking nice, but perfect might be a word with too much strength to describe me right now.” Despite being very comfortable and confident with herself and her own appearance, there was still a level of humility and…practicality from Petra, not to mention Dorothea did sometimes have the tendency to oversell things, though only things she liked, and only in a positive way. The native of Brigid felt like this was surely another one of those times. “In fact, I would be saying that of the two of us, you are the one looking perfect.
Despite not having been on a real date with Dorothea before, Petra didn’t look particularly flustered or nervous herself. There was a great deal of excitement, however, which might have slightly manifested itself from time-to-time in her fidgeting more than she usually would, which was not at all, so there was a chance the other would notice it. Suffice it to say that Petra had been looking forward to this for some time now, but had never felt anxiety over it, partly because she knew it was coming, and partly because it was what she had wanted all along, and she was certain by now that any time with the brunette would be a good one.
“I am…still not knowing how to dance well, so you would have to teach me, but I would like that very much. I hope you are not minding if I rest against your shoulder while we are riding, though. I am still feeling just a little bit of tiredness, and I would rather be rid of it by the time we’re there.”
She shook her head, for once she wasn’t exaggerating, in her eyes the Brigid Princess did look perfect, perhaps it wasn’t simply because she was so beautiful that anyone would think so, perhaps it was because of the feelings Dorothea had held onto for so long, almost seven years now.....long before it would normally be considered proper, and was finally able to explore, perhaps it was simply because she was looking at her once again for the first time, in a new light, but she meant it. To her she was the living embodiment of perfection in this moment.
Of course there was also the fact that she knew, how she knew, that Petra had flaws, that she wasn’t perfect in and of itself, she wasn’t putting the woman on a pedestal, she wasn’t worshiping her, she wasn’t deifying her, she just was voicing how amazing she looked in this moment. Still she said nothing about that, and only flushed at the compliment being thrown back at her.
“I wouldn’t mind, but the kind of dancing I was thinking is simple and easy enough...” Still at the thought of being used as a pillow, she couldn’t hide her flush darkening just a touch, “And that does sound quite heavenly, I wanted today to be relaxing anyways.”
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