For historicallyloaded - An OS AU of Epic Proportions. . .

[oftheleyline]

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"Look up at the stars not down at your feet. Try to make sense of what you
see, and wonder about what makes the universe exist. Be curious."

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[historicallyloaded]

[ Normally Brickston is mindful and considerate, especially if someone else's time is on the proverbial table, but this is an unfortunate situation where he'd personally benefit from stalling and lingering as much as possible. He'll have to be careful about this and decide where any real risk lays or if he's just over worrying about a problem that isn't rightly hers in the first place.

For what it's worth, he finds finds his own distractions between all the accessories and clothes. When she inquires about her headband he turns around with a floppy fiddler cap on his head, just a little too big. He thumbs the rim up as it threatens to slide over his brow to get a better gander at what she's wearing. He smirks but politely refrains from laughing. ]

Think you might have the opposite problem I do right now with this. [ Too small, he means. ]

Here— [ He takes the cap off and puts it back, then quickly peruses the hair accessories. He hones in on a white daisy hair clip and presents it to her. ]

How about this?

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[He looks—

She can't help the soft laugh that escapes her then, which feels almost foreign to issue. She doesn't do very much of that, does she? The laughing thing. In a way, it reminds her how much she questions so much of what she does, and so much of what she's capable of. She can stand here in this boutique with him and still doesn't really know anything about herself. What she likes. What she wants. What her favourite colour is.]

Oh. I think you're right.

[It doesn't take her long to put back the hairband she's been eyeing and when he offers her the clip, she looks it over with a softened fondness. Not too large. Not too small. Just enough to be...

Well. It looks endearing.

As she accepts it, she turns to the smaller mounted mirror and holds it up to one side, as if she's trying to imagine what it'll look like more properly.]

This is cute. This suits me better. I don't know if I've seen these kinds of flowers before.

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[ That soft laugh sounds so lovely to his ears, puts him at ease. ] Bellis perennis, if I recall. I've seen far more in flower shops that I have in the wild. [ He opens his mouth to continue but closest it, backtracks on himself. ] Ah um... actually that's a lie— I- I don't think I've ever seen any in the wild, ha ha. [ The reason for that— ]

Not that I um... go out there much. Got to focus on my studies and all. Make something of myself and not embarrass the Penderyn name.

[ Congratulations, Melfina is in the presence of a huge nerd. With a penchant for getting into trouble with his peers, but that's neither here nor there right now. Just him, her, and this cute flower accessory.

In effort to not invite conversation on the Penderyn name he just dropped, and with no small tone of weariness in it, he changes the subject back around. ]

It looks good on you. ...Would you like it?

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Bellis perennis...

[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?]