"Oh!" Annabelle jumps when she feels Fluff brush against her leg, and she lifts her hands. "The cat."
Having been brought back to her immediate surroundings, rather than looking all about the distance, a figure recedes through the folds of the crowd. Annabelle doesn't notice.
As she continues to search, a few people compliment her dress—a beautiful woman touches and lifts her jaw, in passing, and she feels for a moment, somewhat intoxicated by the touch and the attention... But she continues onward. Even when strangers stroke her wrists for dances, and Annabelle feels a strange pull; she's fortunate they aren't sinking their hooks in very deep, their efforts very shallow, but she does notice it's strange. She's never felt enticement with that sort of thing, before. The reaction feels very unnatural to her.
At some point, she incidentally reconverges with Susan.
"Have you had any luck?" She looks uncomfortable for a moment, resting a hand on her own shoulder. "Strangers won't stop fondling me for dances." People were kind of touchy-feely at the celebration, sure, but she never felt such strange responses; she'd been as unaffected by it as a passing breeze, before. "Irritating."
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Having been brought back to her immediate surroundings, rather than looking all about the distance, a figure recedes through the folds of the crowd. Annabelle doesn't notice.
As she continues to search, a few people compliment her dress—a beautiful woman touches and lifts her jaw, in passing, and she feels for a moment, somewhat intoxicated by the touch and the attention... But she continues onward. Even when strangers stroke her wrists for dances, and Annabelle feels a strange pull; she's fortunate they aren't sinking their hooks in very deep, their efforts very shallow, but she does notice it's strange. She's never felt enticement with that sort of thing, before. The reaction feels very unnatural to her.
At some point, she incidentally reconverges with Susan.
"Have you had any luck?" She looks uncomfortable for a moment, resting a hand on her own shoulder. "Strangers won't stop fondling me for dances." People were kind of touchy-feely at the celebration, sure, but she never felt such strange responses; she'd been as unaffected by it as a passing breeze, before. "Irritating."