[Melfina takes some time, maybe more than she ought to, admiring her reflection. Well, trying to. The way she smiles is a little unsure. It grows and falls and grows and falls, a cycle back and forth that seems a touch silly in retrospect, though she doesn't seem to be paying much attention to that. What she's probably doing is probably making a note to look up the type of flower he's made mention of.
When he speaks up again, she finds herself looking back over to him, carefully holding the hairpiece in her hand. Studies. Yes, she guesses that would explain the matching uniforms. She's never gone to a 'school,' however, or anything like that. All of her knowledge comes from whatever she can get from databases and library archives that Gilliam doesn't mind pulling up for her.
Before she even gets a chance to question the name, he moves right along. Melfina blinks rapidly and she laughs a little, though with the same uncertainty.]
Oh, I couldn't. Maybe I'll come back later if I change my mind.
[What would the others think, she wonders? Would they like it...? Would they think it looks good on her?]
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[Melfina takes some time, maybe more than she ought to, admiring her reflection. Well, trying to. The way she smiles is a little unsure. It grows and falls and grows and falls, a cycle back and forth that seems a touch silly in retrospect, though she doesn't seem to be paying much attention to that. What she's probably doing is probably making a note to look up the type of flower he's made mention of.
When he speaks up again, she finds herself looking back over to him, carefully holding the hairpiece in her hand. Studies. Yes, she guesses that would explain the matching uniforms. She's never gone to a 'school,' however, or anything like that. All of her knowledge comes from whatever she can get from databases and library archives that Gilliam doesn't mind pulling up for her.
Before she even gets a chance to question the name, he moves right along. Melfina blinks rapidly and she laughs a little, though with the same uncertainty.]
Oh, I couldn't. Maybe I'll come back later if I change my mind.
[What would the others think, she wonders? Would they like it...? Would they think it looks good on her?]