The sound of rustling fabric followed by a soft sigh.
That should be about right.

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Her dress was straight and perfect; all jewelry properly in place and wrap snug around her shoulders. She had pulled her hair up into a vaguely exotic manner that framed her face in red-gold curls ( Read more... )

Ahiru - I - think I'm going to pass on the ballet lessons today. I'm not - feeling very well.

Somehow, I can't feel the sun anymore.

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