Wobbly Jello (Open) Jan 23, 2019 17:03:39 GMT
Post by Dasha Laska on Jan 23, 2019 17:03:39 GMT
“YES! I want that dress so so so so so badly,” Dasha giggled remembering the newest attire. “I can’t wait until it comes out for the general public— ten more days~” Or maybe even sooner depending on how much money she could beg out of her mother to get it ordered before anyone else. As much as Dasha insisted that she was a strong independent woman, there were still some things that she could get by remaining at least somewhat involved in family affairs. Heh.
At the small gesture to Marceline’s heels, Dasha couldn’t help but smirk a bit at her choice of shoes that day. Lavish as they were, heels weren’t always functional especially outside. The boots that she wore for military purposes were far better suited for that. Sadly, kind of, heh.
Still, the mention of staying in the princesses’ castle had Dasha’s mind running over the lavish nature of it. Goddess, she’d probably have to wear her natural military uniform there rather than a beautiful dress and heels. It almost made her sad to think about. Maybe if the princess held a ball and she could go in what she liked then…. Yes. That would be nice.
A curious look came to Dasha’s eyes as Marceline showed what magic she had. Huh… That was interesting. A natural talent for it… Dasha nodded a little. Certain species of anything had natural talent for things— though that made her wonder just what the girl was now, actually. “Interesting…” she admitted. The mention of other things had Dasha immediately raising coffee to her lips again. “Sorry if this is a little to personal but.. are you human? I’m of the fae— if that wasn’t a bit obvious…” she shifted a little and allowed one of her wings to raise from its place at her back. “Though I suppose even with my wings, people could mistake me for an animal shifter or something along those lines.”