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She has a feather on her head.
She has a green feather on her head. A green feather that is attached to a hat, which she's pretty sure isn't hers.
The dress, when she chances a glance downward, is equally green and goes down to her knees. Her lips quirk up immediately as she takes in the rest of the day's costume - jangly lines of pearls around her neck, clanky bangles upon her wrists, and beads jingling on the ends of her skirts - all in all, she feels surprisingly well-clothed for the whole holiday situation. It's actually pretty nice.
So it is a very cheerful nymph flapper that blows her newly acquired feather out of her vision and walks in a flurry of noisy accessories to curl up in an armchair to watch the Halloween-induced chaos.
She has a green feather on her head. A green feather that is attached to a hat, which she's pretty sure isn't hers.
The dress, when she chances a glance downward, is equally green and goes down to her knees. Her lips quirk up immediately as she takes in the rest of the day's costume - jangly lines of pearls around her neck, clanky bangles upon her wrists, and beads jingling on the ends of her skirts - all in all, she feels surprisingly well-clothed for the whole holiday situation. It's actually pretty nice.
So it is a very cheerful nymph flapper that blows her newly acquired feather out of her vision and walks in a flurry of noisy accessories to curl up in an armchair to watch the Halloween-induced chaos.