[ she's nervous, even if she does not necessarily know why.
they've grown together quite a bit, after all - she's comfortable in his presence, and he in hers. they laugh like old friends, spend more and more time together until soon enough they're taking meals at the same times, reading together, telling stories, constantly in one another's presence until at last she must retire for the night, sometimes well past any reasonable bedtime.
this seems.. natural, that he would ask her to something like this, to dinner, to dance, in a fashion unlike their usual quick meals together. this is different. it's formal. it's.. special. she cannot be the only one who feels what she is feeling, can she? he is strange, and different, he is not even a man and yet she is so comfortable with him, affection coming more and more easily with each passing day, her heart drawing nearer to his, and yet still she cannot help but wonder if this is just another way for them to play, if he still sees her as.. a prisoner. a girl. mayhaps even a fun new toy with which to pass the time. it's why her heart beats like a hummingbird against her ribs as she draws nearer to the stairs.
there's no need to be nervous. she knows him. she cares for him. she said yes, for heaven's sake.
and so alisaie inhales deeply, closing her eyes and steadying herself, checking her loose, half-swept curls in the mirror before she's carefully gathering the skirts of her gown and turning to move down the half-stairs to meet him.
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they've grown together quite a bit, after all - she's comfortable in his presence, and he in hers. they laugh like old friends, spend more and more time together until soon enough they're taking meals at the same times, reading together, telling stories, constantly in one another's presence until at last she must retire for the night, sometimes well past any reasonable bedtime.
this seems.. natural, that he would ask her to something like this, to dinner, to dance, in a fashion unlike their usual quick meals together. this is different. it's formal. it's.. special. she cannot be the only one who feels what she is feeling, can she? he is strange, and different, he is not even a man and yet she is so comfortable with him, affection coming more and more easily with each passing day, her heart drawing nearer to his, and yet still she cannot help but wonder if this is just another way for them to play, if he still sees her as.. a prisoner. a girl. mayhaps even a fun new toy with which to pass the time. it's why her heart beats like a hummingbird against her ribs as she draws nearer to the stairs.
there's no need to be nervous. she knows him. she cares for him. she said yes, for heaven's sake.
and so alisaie inhales deeply, closing her eyes and steadying herself, checking her loose, half-swept curls in the mirror before she's carefully gathering the skirts of her gown and turning to move down the half-stairs to meet him.
it will be fine.
this is what she wants. ]