"Well I'll just give you a skirt then, or shorts. You always looked better in my shorts then I did, I hated that..." The blond flippantly responded as she moved through the bedroom toward the closet. Her hands were peeling her swim suit off her at the same time without any concern over modesty. There was the fact that they were both Pure, and then the other fact that they were like sisters and had shared rooms on vacation and helped each other change before.<br/><br/>Add the fact that now at least twenty other people had seen her nude and Dawn had gotten over being flustered in various states of undress. The swim suit ended up on a hook and she toweled off again before finding panties and a bra and slipping on a simple navy blue 50's style sundress. It fit her body well, something new but not unlike her old taste in clothing as she brought out a pair of hunter green shorts and a amber peasant tunic top. More Ce style clothing then her own style but that was normal as well. She had missed her friend and found herself often buying things that reminded her of the other woman.<br/><br/>She tossed the offerings on the bed and found a hairtie to throw her hair up in a messy bun, expending a bit of magic to have her curls dry rather then wet. Wet hair was always such a pain. And there had to be some perks to the whole insanity of her life now. Magic was one of them. Ce's question touched on another in her mind. She blushed a bit, surprising but it was Cecily asking and so Dawn perched on the bed, laughing at her best friends comment about ice cream.<br/><br/>"Well I told him to get a gallon so we are set. Mint chip<em>and</em>cookie dough. Only the best for you and me girl." Dawn winked and then bit her lower lip absently, wondering how to talk about how confusing her love life was. A year ago she hadn't had one. At all. It had been easy and Ce hadn't dated either. Her parents had teased them that they were lesbian lovers in the closet.<br/><br/>"Gwydion is the first Pure I really got close to, actually the first one I met. Remember that story Mom hated me telling? About the guy with hair like flames in a Texas Walmart? That was him. He's a rockstar actually, leads the...um....<em>The Between</em>. He's the most modern of the...guard and maidens. The routine. And he's a friend. There's Connal, who apparently is suppose to be my soulmate but damn does he have opinions on who I am and should be. We fight, a lot and then there's....."<br/><br/>A rap fell on the door, slightly familiar and she trailed off just as Roarke, the man who's name she had been about to speak, stepped into the room. A smile played on her lips just at the sight of him, though nerves came as well. They had sorted out some stuff but not much in the end. No, not much at all.<br/><br/>What would Ce make of him?<br/><br/>"Oh dear...I hope he doesn't hack into a tree, they don't regrow here like they do in the Court." The blond heaved a sigh but then shoved the concern away. "Roarke, meet Cecily, my best friend who I had no idea was a Pure. Turns out she had no idea I was one either. We've been friends since college in New York. Cecily this is Roarke my...." Her phone went off with a theme that made her want to laugh and she reached for it on the bed, smiling when she realized who it was from.<br/><br/>"Looks like we will be having company at dusk....I think you'll like the Wild Court King Ce..." Her fingers flew over the key buttons, texting back.<br/><br/><em>More then willing to have him arrive. I have someone he should meet. Thank you for being the saint you are to introduce him to the 21st century. Tell him I look forward to see him.</em>