[ It is about the time that she would have expected a sound knock at the door, though it isn't her intention to keep her guest waiting — it's merely that this house is really more of a mansion and it takes her a bit longer to clear the space from one side of it to the other, but gone is the carefully laced and buttoned woman from this morning, even if the length of her gown still swirls around her ankles with every step.
Instead, she's donned a different dress, arms and shoulders rendered bare by its cut with the theory that she may need to keep her hands free of any interference from long sleeves, her hair not quite as severely pinned of the back of her neck with a few rebellious strands drifting down already of their own volition. Idly, she smooths her hands over the sheer drape of her skirt and reaches for the door, slippers a quiet sweep against the floor when she steps back to reveal the new arrival standing on the front stoop. ]
Welcome.
[ She offers a smile this time, a note of fondness visible in it, and moves to afford the other woman space to enter. ] Please, come in. May I take anything for you?
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Instead, she's donned a different dress, arms and shoulders rendered bare by its cut with the theory that she may need to keep her hands free of any interference from long sleeves, her hair not quite as severely pinned of the back of her neck with a few rebellious strands drifting down already of their own volition. Idly, she smooths her hands over the sheer drape of her skirt and reaches for the door, slippers a quiet sweep against the floor when she steps back to reveal the new arrival standing on the front stoop. ]
Welcome.
[ She offers a smile this time, a note of fondness visible in it, and moves to afford the other woman space to enter. ] Please, come in. May I take anything for you?