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@twisterrtales / !

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@coIdeyes /
            
            “it suits you very much, silly.” she dismissed his comment with an easy chuckle, her arms already busying as she reached for another hat, another fancy. this one— instead of excessively large bows, had feathers. excessively large ones. it was made of owl feathers, soft and elegant, neatly tucked around fabric that mimicked the colourway of a white snowy owl. at least the colour matched the boy’s skin, and quite frankly what he was— a boy born of winter. 
            
            the base of the hat was white as snow, shorter around the rim, but it fit nonetheless. “this one,” she said, turning him back around for what must have been the twentieth time she’d counted, toward the tall mirror she had set in the corner of the room for this very purpose. it stood tall and magnificent, holding the reflection of them both: luka with his new hat on, and her— surprisingly dressed in something less fancy. the same could not be said for the reflection of the wooden table beside her, caught in the mirror, a creative mess, she’d call it. 
            
            “this is brilliant, yes? look, the colour matches your cheeks.” she pointed it out, standing a foot behind him, checking his reflection, satisfied. she was, and still is, adamant about sending him out with a hat in hand— who should she be if she couldn’t succeed in such a simple challenge.

@heartsheir /
            
            “oh?” noella tilted her head, the charms on her hat dangling in the direction of the tilt, making the softest jingle with the motion. she wouldn’t have been any wiser to use jingling arrangements on her hat— it was quite bold on her part, but what should she be if not bolder. 
            
            then she tilted her head to the other side, only to hear the sound once more, her attention momentarily caught by the attachments instead of the female in front of her. it took her a blink to focus back, a wide grin spreading across her features. “why—  yes, yes, of course. you wish to drink with me.” 
            
            the girl then nodded multiple times, as if to offer understanding. “well, you—” she chuckled, slightly out of breath, perhaps a little taken aback. “well, you surely did surprise me with that one there. you really wish to have tea with me?”

@trickywhiskerz /
            
            “yes, i do mind. in fact, i mind it very much. you seem to be disrupting my peace down here.” she tilted her head up, watching as the other lay in complete comfort atop the branch of a tree. which she would’ve agreed to be much of a challenge, simply because how it require craning her neck to look up at him. 
            
            “‘t is quite the tree, isn’t it. thick and… tall. very tall.” she should’ve heeded the warning when he had blandly dismissed her, but when had she ever listened or acted to one’s liking. 
            
            she reached her gloved hand to the tree trunk and pressed her palm against it, the lace of her glove catching on the splinters as she did, scraping against the fabric. her brows narrowed in distaste at having ruined the lace. “would you come down?” it was an odd request— why she had ordered it was beyond her. perhaps it was simply because she didn’t enjoy anyone standing above her. “you are far too high for a conversation. it’s very unkind.”