The wrinkle of her nose is entirely unconscious. It's more thoughtful than anything else, this time. She's old enough now to worry about the impact she has on the man raising her--and, more than that, to be half-way between caring deeply about it and falling into a teenage sense of disinterest about it.
"You think?" Trusting Zoë's opinion on this is natural enough. She lets herself lean forward against the edge of the table, properly attentive. "It's not still too-- traditional?"
A piece of her wanted to stick close to the safer old ways. A piece of her wanted to start a rapid movement as far from them as possible.
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it's beautiful.
Date: 2016-03-26 12:28 pm (UTC)"You think?" Trusting Zoë's opinion on this is natural enough. She lets herself lean forward against the edge of the table, properly attentive. "It's not still too-- traditional?"
A piece of her wanted to stick close to the safer old ways. A piece of her wanted to start a rapid movement as far from them as possible.