#nytebalter

Skirts lifted to travel quietly lower in a rustle of crinoline and a fabric that is quite like silk but not exact on a dress that looks like a proper princess gown.

 Young Royal, hair high in a ponytail with ringlets brushing shoulders, blinks and looks up at the where the voice had come from, tilting her head quietly to the side. 

     Dawn wasn’t stupid.  She knew what a forced  smile looked like.  Truthfully, she didn’t mean to  simply barge in.  It wasn’t in her nature to be so  rude.

“Not by choice, I assure.” Graeae’s arms folded over her chest, body leaned against the wall by the door as she glanced around then back to Carmilla. “What you in for this time?”

     “There you are.  I thought I’d find you here.  I wanted to catch you before you took off to god knows where.”

     Arms crossed, back leaning against the threshold to block Carmilla’s exit.  Dawn’s eyes scanned the Bat Faunus before her.  She’d been made aware somewhat of the older woman’s plans.  As much as the walls’ ears could pick up on.

     “So, your mind’s made up?  You’re really leaving?”

     “Yeah, Carm I think I’mma fuckin’ pass on that.  This coat’s comin’ off o’er my goddamn dead body.”