childish beauty is bliss
Characters: Nura and Nat &...special guest?
Where & When: shops all around Splendor, a little before lunch
Rating & Why: G-PG-13 for Nura's futuristic sailor mouth
Summary: Nura takes Nat out for a day of shopping, eating sweets, and acting like little kidlet derps. Nothing new, really.
"...in the tiiiiiiiiime that I was young...there lived a man who sailed to seeeeeeaaaa..."
Nura moved her feet to the nonsensical beat as she spun about the walk outside the gates to the estates in the Golden District. Her orange skirt swished and swaying with her body as she did little taps and raps while she waited for Natalia to meet with her. Her blue eyes danced as she opened them beneath the warm sun, hands up, almost grasping at the sunlight pouring down.
"...and he toooooold me of his life...in a yellow submariiiiiine..." She placed her hands on her hips, her white blouse ruffling a little, but remaining unwrinkled. The magic of 31st century fabric softener knowledge did Nura well. Her handbag jiggled against her shoulder as she spun about the walk, her hair bouncing in its bun, and her white fli-flops clopping against the brick layer beneath her feet.
All in all, this was quite normal for Nura. But her mood was a tad brighter, since she'd made some realization two days ago that she was sure would inevitably help her in the long run.
Where & When: shops all around Splendor, a little before lunch
Rating & Why: G-PG-13 for Nura's futuristic sailor mouth
Summary: Nura takes Nat out for a day of shopping, eating sweets, and acting like little kidlet derps. Nothing new, really.
"...in the tiiiiiiiiime that I was young...there lived a man who sailed to seeeeeeaaaa..."
Nura moved her feet to the nonsensical beat as she spun about the walk outside the gates to the estates in the Golden District. Her orange skirt swished and swaying with her body as she did little taps and raps while she waited for Natalia to meet with her. Her blue eyes danced as she opened them beneath the warm sun, hands up, almost grasping at the sunlight pouring down.
"...and he toooooold me of his life...in a yellow submariiiiiine..." She placed her hands on her hips, her white blouse ruffling a little, but remaining unwrinkled. The magic of 31st century fabric softener knowledge did Nura well. Her handbag jiggled against her shoulder as she spun about the walk, her hair bouncing in its bun, and her white fli-flops clopping against the brick layer beneath her feet.
All in all, this was quite normal for Nura. But her mood was a tad brighter, since she'd made some realization two days ago that she was sure would inevitably help her in the long run.