toughlittleguy .
“ – yellow?” he asks, glancing up at the sun overheard. sure enough, it was yellow, but it was also bright enough to blind anyone who stared directly into it. not to mention all the light that reflected off all the carriages passing down the street. “might be too much of that ‘ere.”
a golden little spark of a laugh escapes her smile . if she weren’t so VERY in public , she’d spin about in the warm glow of a good day . but she knew it was not becoming of an ( almost ) princess . ❛ oh , not just like that ! it’s just lovely today . ❜






