Dasha brightened at the prospects of shopping. Now that sounded like a nice time. She’d been about to say something or other when Laoren spoke again, however. Dasha’s lips pressed together briefly in response. “Oh, uhm…” Shifting to her pants again, she began to go through the pockets and zippers rather quickly searching out something to write on. “Let’s see….”

What she came up with was a tiny little scroll with an old list of items on it. Dasha blinked a couple of times as she looked it over and read what was left there. Huh, that’s where that went… She’d been looking for this shopping list when she was out, but here it was, apparently. Flipping it over and fishing out a pen from her other pocket, she was quick to jot it down and then tear off a piece. “Here you go!” On the front was her number and name written above it. On the back was the start of the previous list including something called a ‘flower onion’.

A soft shade of color drew upon Dasha’s features as Laoren spoke of players and numbers. As much as she knew this was not the case, as much as she knew this was a joke, or at least seemed like a joke, she couldn’t help but feel the tingling of embarrassment. “Ah-hah…” she answered back softly. Her gaze pulled away from Laoren and out on the water again instead. This lasted only a second, however as the hand was held out. Returning the gesture, Dasha took the hand and gave a small shake back. “See you then,” she managed to say a bit more coolly and genuinely than before.

Baring nothing else came up, Dasha would take a small step back and stretch both her arms and her wings. Looking upwards, she would take in a slow breath, crouch briefly, and burst into the air again. The familiar hum of her wings echoed in her ears as she rose up higher and higher beyond the trees again. Only then did she look down, and a small, dry smile came and went from her features. Taking in a breath, she did a fluid flip in the air forward before catching herself on her wings once more and buzzing off fluidly thereafter.