[It isn't often that Elsa goes fully into dressing up at Ryslig. There have been fancy parties, of course - the poachers, the recent lodge party - but she'd always felt a bit... uneasy during those events. She'd dressed modestly, but with the idea of something ad happening at the back of her mind, made sure her outfits were practical, for fighting or fleeing.
Tonight, however... tonight was different. She didn't know Clint, but he was a monster, one who did a lot of good work with the Lighthouse; this was a person she was sure she could trust, in a setting she could trust. So she takes her time tonight getting ready, properly dolling herself up and making sure her fur has been properly washed and combed. She's already changed into her dark blue dress, and is coming her fingers through the feathers on her wings when Angel knocks.]
Oh, come in! [Her ears twitch in interest as the young nymph walks in, and for a moment, she looks worried - did something happen...?] You're not disturbing me at all. What sort of request do you have?
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Tonight, however... tonight was different. She didn't know Clint, but he was a monster, one who did a lot of good work with the Lighthouse; this was a person she was sure she could trust, in a setting she could trust. So she takes her time tonight getting ready, properly dolling herself up and making sure her fur has been properly washed and combed. She's already changed into her dark blue dress, and is coming her fingers through the feathers on her wings when Angel knocks.]
Oh, come in! [Her ears twitch in interest as the young nymph walks in, and for a moment, she looks worried - did something happen...?] You're not disturbing me at all. What sort of request do you have?