{open post}

[morvydd]

Morvydd has a new dress, courtesy of Zara: dark crimson, deep and warm. The full skirt flows around her as she walks down the path through the woods, toward her cousins' houses, and now and then, certain she's not seen, she gives a little twirl to make it flare out. No doubt she'd be mortified if anyone caught her at such an undignified moment.

Comments

[lightningcurse]

Mabon pauses among the trees, and slips through. "Morvydd?"

[morvydd]

She catches her skirts in both hands, turning to face him with a flush in her cheeks. "Sir."

[lightningcurse]

He smiles, regarding her with an animal's eyes. "It is you."

[morvydd]

Morvydd falls back a step, thoroughly out of countenance. After a moment her face clears somewhat, and she inclines her head gravely. "My lord. Well met."