It had been a busy day for her, productive, and more happy than otherwise. There were flowers and animals and all sorts of things Han doesn't realize he cares about. (Of course he cares about them; he likes food.) All in all, a good day. She even found time to clean herself up--she doesn't much care about looking like a wild thing, but she's aware some places are very judgy about who gets to come inside and stay. So she's freshly bathed and has washed her hair, and even found some ribbon with which to fasten the simple braid she's plaited before winding a new crown of clematis and larkspur. No sense in trying to dry her hair thoroughly, she knows it'll be raining before she finds him. Some people might think pants would be more practical for the weather she's expecting, but she's going to pick a ruffly skirt and white top because they're pretty and make her happy.
Being damp doesn't dampen her spirits. She's laughing when she dashes in from the rain and skids to a stop by the door to put her sandals on. It's a brief pause in her trajectory, and soon she's headed toward Han again. If he doesn't stop her he's going to end up getting hugged and kissed in front of all these people.
"Here you are." As if she'd been looking for him. But she has been. Looking for, and looking forward to. Or maybe she's presenting herself, with her damp hair and damp clothes and smile warmer than anything.
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Date: 2016-07-05 03:16 pm (UTC)It had been a busy day for her, productive, and more happy than otherwise. There were flowers and animals and all sorts of things Han doesn't realize he cares about. (Of course he cares about them; he likes food.) All in all, a good day. She even found time to clean herself up--she doesn't much care about looking like a wild thing, but she's aware some places are very judgy about who gets to come inside and stay. So she's freshly bathed and has washed her hair, and even found some ribbon with which to fasten the simple braid she's plaited before winding a new crown of clematis and larkspur. No sense in trying to dry her hair thoroughly, she knows it'll be raining before she finds him. Some people might think pants would be more practical for the weather she's expecting, but she's going to pick a ruffly skirt and white top because they're pretty and make her happy.
Being damp doesn't dampen her spirits. She's laughing when she dashes in from the rain and skids to a stop by the door to put her sandals on. It's a brief pause in her trajectory, and soon she's headed toward Han again. If he doesn't stop her he's going to end up getting hugged and kissed in front of all these people.
"Here you are." As if she'd been looking for him. But she has been. Looking for, and looking forward to. Or maybe she's presenting herself, with her damp hair and damp clothes and smile warmer than anything.