To say that finding herself here was a surprise for Curnen was something of an understatement. She had gone through her London life almost criminally underdressed for everything, so when Willy had invited her--a surprise in itself--she'd had to point out that she didn't have anything to wear. At least if he didn't want to be ashamed of her.
That got fixed in short order. Curnen wasn't sure she'd put her hair up since her wedding, but she did try valiantly, and as far as she was concerned, she didn't look half bad at all.
And then there she was, out on the town with a Seelie prince. Bliss was going to have a heart attack, but how could Curnen even think to say no?
Her manners could not be so easily tamed, though. She wasn't an animal or anything, but she was openly inquisitive and enthusiastic and very not-British altogether, and her constant refrain for the night seemed to be settled on a brightly curious "What the hell is this?"
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Date: 2016-12-09 03:04 pm (UTC)That got fixed in short order. Curnen wasn't sure she'd put her hair up since her wedding, but she did try valiantly, and as far as she was concerned, she didn't look half bad at all.
And then there she was, out on the town with a Seelie prince. Bliss was going to have a heart attack, but how could Curnen even think to say no?
Her manners could not be so easily tamed, though. She wasn't an animal or anything, but she was openly inquisitive and enthusiastic and very not-British altogether, and her constant refrain for the night seemed to be settled on a brightly curious "What the hell is this?"