What does one do with such news? Cry, whine, pitch a fit or perhaps curse all she knew. She found herself instead forcing a weary smile, "Is that so?" she replies softly. The terrible brushing finally over with and now on to fixing her long blonde mane. The two other women content with the girl's dress for the day lay it out on her bed then await her hair to be finished.<br/><br/>"Must you always address me so formally?" she asked quietly as she turned her head back in front of her. "We've nearly grown up together, I'd much rather you call me a friend." Of course they've had these conversations before, none making any way of course. Though it seemed in the past those conversations seemed more alive on her part.<br/><br/>"You'll tell me when they arrive won't you?" she asked, purposely trying not to verbally address the other issues even though they pressed heavily on her mind.