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❝How wild it was, to let it be.❞
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя: #EE3B3B ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #FFCCCC】
|| Studio Ghibli Songs || Various Arists ||
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя: #EE3B3B ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #FFCCCC】
|| Studio Ghibli Songs || Various Arists ||
The sun was setting over the winter colored landscape. Snow flakes drifted gently to the ground, each unique, all important. The snowflakes were sticking and unlike in England, it did not turn a hideous gray, but remained soft, pale white. Echo was almost glad that the ridiculous dress Doll had designed her came with a cape to put over her shoulders, lest she'd be shivering her boots off. Samurai and Fluorspar found them in the hallway on their way to the lift. "Well, someone looks like a Barbie doll," Echo giggled, sticking her tongue out in revulsion in regard to how fruity Flo was looking. Gwentyh pushed down on Echo's head, right over where her stitches had at last dissolved. "Ouch, ouch, I'm sorry, alright!" Gwenyth let up on her. "None of your snark tonight Echo, we're meeting with a very important group of people."
Echo rolled her eyes and leaned over to whisper to Flo. "Important my arse, it's not as though we're going before the Queen." Flo retorted with a quip of her own and Echo's cheeks turned a furious scarlet. "D-don't talk about Terra!" Terra hadn't come up in Echo's mind since that strange meeting on that chilly basement day. Gwenyth smiled, getting in on the teasing. "Aw, does someone still have feelings for her?" Echo's cheeks turned a much brighter shade, however she remained silent. By the time they reached the car the driver was a shade of his own, furious at how late they were to arrive. "Come on, come on, traffic will be starting any minute we need to be on the highway before then." Echo strapped in, eager to meet the leaders of the country she was becoming fond of.
"It's going to be tough leaving this place, as much as I miss chip butties and a proper cuppa." Echo
leaned back in her seat while Gwenyth leaned forward in an attempt to sort Echo's locks. "Five hundred years old and you still haven't figured out how to sort your own hair," Echo rolled her eyes, but allowed Gwenyth to use a brush on her mane of unkempt blonde locks. "Whatever, it's not like it's important." Echo had never cared much about her hair, she would be willing to shave it off if someone suggested it. "I just want cake," Echo yawned. "What sort of sweets do you think they'll have there?" Echo inquired to Flo, swinging her legs eagerly.