What's Your Flavor [Fawn]

[Mino]

11 Glade 121

Mino had missed ice cream. Sorely.

If there was any other way to talk milk and cream other than hot, it would be cold and with a biscuit to dip into it. The sugary goodness of ice cream had been far removed from him with the constant cold of Frost. A single drop of it, and he would find himself shuddering under layers of clothing or blankets. He’d been robbed, in a way, of experiencing the full spectrum of his favorite thing.
Second favorite, at the moment.

Mino’s fingers laced with hers, pulling her along. Offering his elbow had seemed stiff. A useless barrier between them that would have been forgotten anyways. Her hand was warm in his. He gave it a gentle squeeze, purred softly. The smile on his lips was a wide thing. All teeth. Teeth that gleamed in the light, tongue curling around them the closer they got to the stand he frequented most. With the new year upon them and seasons changing, there came the sort of rousing of people similar to animals awoken from their hibernation. People flooded the streets, still closing their jackets and cloaks around them, but no longer red-faced and numb fingered. The same people who let their gaze drift toward the noble for but a moment, soon forgetting him as they let themselves sink into gossip.

He glanced down at Fawn. “This cart does wonders with a cone and cream. You’ll love it.” He wondered, for a moment, if she would feel the eyes of the people watching them the same as when they had been in the cabaret. “You got any flavors you like?”

The cart itself was unassuming. A plain wooden cart with creaking wheels, tucked in a corner. The owner, an older man with a hunched back and thick brows, sat in the shade of the umbrella above it, carefully scooping ice cream from his own cup into a bowl in a small child’s hands. No, the cart itself was unassuming, but it was the cats scattered around it. They lounged about, piled on top of each other or just under the old man’s feet. A chorus of meows went up as the child move away from the man and set the bowl down. It joined many more that were spread out around the cart. Several cats eyed the bowl before looking up to the newcomers with interest.

“You must be good and trained with cats now after deal with me.” He peered down at her to gauge her reaction. He hoped for laughter, or at least some sort of animated response to the horde of creatures.

[Fawn]

xx

Finding her smile again was easier with each step they took. And with her hand in his, she couldn't help but match his grin. The people that passed by stared, some even gawked, and while she certainly noticed now she knew why. She wondered then if they'd stared for the same reasons at the cabaret, if every time they went out would be the same as this. She didn't mind it, but did he?

Fawn looked up at Mino to see the wide grin plastered on his face, teeth glimmering in the midday sun, and quickly tossed the thought away. If he did, he didn't show it.

She gave his hand a welcomed squeeze and slipped one of her fingers to the inside of that grasp. Both absentmindedly and fondly, she traced circles on his palm as they came closer to their destination. "Humm... probably the classics! Vanilla-bean, chocolate, maybe lavender if they have it!" She said, grinning. The lavender fields by her farm were one of the main sources of lavender for many of the bigger cities, but it also meant they had a never-ending supply of lavender flavored foods, scented soaps, and decorations scattered throughout her town. Though, they were most known for their blueberry lavender ales and hard ciders. But Kalzasi had been a troubling place to find lavender flavored foods, or even just candles, and replacing her mothers soaps had been impossible, too. Thankfully, she knew how to make it on her own though, and the florist in the Jeweled Arched had enough for her needs.

"What about ye? Am I right to guess ye like vanilla?" She asked, kicking a small pebble with a skip to her step.

Fawns head raised as they came up to the cart, and that was when her eyes widened. At first, a flicker of fear and annoyance crossed her face, but it soon faded as she peered between Mino and the horde and was replaced with a relieved sigh and a fit of giggles. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say ye planned this!" She grinned at him, squeezing his hand once more. But she wasn't quite ready to approach the creatures as calmly as Mino probably hoped, and quickly pushed herself closer to him, nearly hugging him as they stepped up to the cart.

A few of the cats eyeing Fawn and Mino moved closer to them though, giving soft mewls and affectionate purrs while rubbing their sides across their ankles. Fawn squeaked, freezing a few times as their soft fur tickled her skin. One in particular fluffy white kitten, probably no older than two months, squeaked it's own mewls at Fawn and began attacking her boot laces and rolling round on the ground with the ends of it in it's grasp. Her other hand came to grip his hand as well then. Of course she didn't want to crush them or step on their paws, but being around the cats still made her a slight bit uncomfortable. Especially when one of them was attacking her boot strings.

"They won't be attackin' us fer our food, right?" Fawn asked, gently shaking her foot to try and get the kitten off her laces without hurting it. But it only seemed to make it worse and instead of running off the kitten clung to her entire boot as if it was the new toy and began gently biting at the leather. Of course it's teeth did no damage to her boot, and though Fawn might have normally been annoyed with the feline instead she seemed amused as a soft laugh escaped her lips.

"Em, Mino? How do I get this one off?" Ok, she'd admit it, that one was cute.

[Mino]

“Lavender?” His palette might not be so refined that he would have tried something like lavender ice cream. He hadn’t even considered the notion. An aversion to ice cream named similarly to the people he worked with left him with fairly limited options. But no one liked being reminded of work (and the joys that came with his line of work), so he couldn’t really be faulted, now could he? “You would be correct. Though, I do like caramel drizzled over it.”

Giggling — she was giggling. A sound he’d missed in the time she was recovering. He shrugged at her accusation that he had planned the horde of felines. It was both manufactured and natural that the cats were here. They’d showed up (he would know, given he’d been one of them initially) and the cart owner had merely made sure that they would return by feeding them sweetened cream. With two legs, he’d found the cart itself to be charming, perhaps more so with the presence of the cats. Comforting, mostly.

He watched as the cats approached them, curious of the new face and welcoming to the returning visitor. A member of their furred family, Mino was not a face scarcely seen. The young child, a small girl with brown hair down to her shoulders, giggled at the sight of Fawn clutching onto him. “They got plen’y for themselves, eonni.” She, too, had her own bowl of ice cream as she plopped down beside the old man.

Mino stifled his own laughter at the kitten batting at her laces. It was, for lack of better words, nothing more than a puffball. A tuft of fuzz on dandelions. “It’s a very simple process. Observe.” He crouched down, forearms resting on his knees for a moment as he watched the kitten gnaw at her boot strings. It seemed determined to bring down the supposed monstrosity before it. He give it another couple seconds before grabbing the scruff of its neck and lifting it gently off Fawn’s boot.

He held it out for her to take, though if she didn’t, he’d be content to hold it himself. The kitten would fit in the palm of his hand. Mino picked his way easily throught he cats, leading Fawn by the hand. “Ahjussi, you got any lavender for me?”

“For you? No.”

“And here I thought I was your favorite customer.”

[Fawn]

xx

Fawn raised a brow at him. "Caramel? Perhaps ye have more of a sweet tooth than I do!" She laughed lightly, looking towards the small child who approached her with a smile. "Well, then I'll let ye kitten-sit 'em for me, aye? I've got my hands full with this one." She eyed Mino briefly with a playful smirk. It was nice to interact with children again, though she did see something in them she hadn't before. Perhaps it was because she used to be like them- innocent, untainted, without the worries of the world or the distrust of others to taint ones perception. Fawn was better off for it now, but she felt herself already hurting for the first moment the child would experience rejection, betrayal, and god forbid anything like she had. It nearly made her nauseous to think about.

But they were here for fun, not worry. The girl pushed her thoughts to the back of her mind when Mino crouched down. Absentmindedly she ran a few fingers through his hair, just for the briefest of moments while he was below her, and smiled. It was still the same. No, it was softer. It was warm with the sun shining down on it and the dark locks shined so beautifully, nearly sparkled, as they reflected the sky back up at itself. When he rose up with the kitten she nearly took a step back before remembering the other cat that continued to rub itself back and forth on her ankles.

She did not take the cat, though, having felt the sharp prick of it's claws and teeth against the leather of her shoes. ""Is it eh... friendly?" She asked carefully reaching a hand out to pet it. The kitten purred in response and sniffed her flinching fingers. With wide, blue eyes it mewled and licked the tip of her finger. Fawn squealed in response, a wide blushing smile taking over her lips." "Okay- he's kinda cute." She said, petting the top of it's head gently and scratching under it's chin, which it stuck out as its eyes closed and began to reach further for her touch.

Fawn tucked a few strands of her copper curls behind her ear, which much like Mino's hair had warmed in the sun and sent her scent wafting through the air while a slight breeze tickled her skin. Come to think of it, it had been the first time she'd been outside with Mino during the day. Looking up to him she noticed the glint in his eyes more, how much like a cats they dilated quickly and almost on command. How his teeth glistened when he smiled and the vein on his neck pulsed as he shifted weight from one foot to another absentmindedly. A flush took hold of her cheeks as she stared until she was pulled from her daydreaming by their conversation and quickly turned to the man with a bow.

"H-hello sir!" She exclaimed, stuttering the last of her shyness out before laughing as he chastised Mino. "I see ye come here often, aye?" She asked him, a wiggle of her brow. "I'm Fawn, nice to meet ye! I'll take lavender if ye got it!" Fawn said, her hand straying from the white kitten and sliding up to his forearm. It was just habit at this point- after their time in the palace together, where she'd spent hours petting him and drawing designs in his fur, her fingers naturally drew themselves to any part of him they could. And she didn't plan to waste any time she could with him.

[Mino]

There had been no shortage of pets when he had visited Fawn in the castle, but it was different. The run of her fingers through his hair as Mino stooped down to remove the kitten was one he chased, bumping his head back into her fingers before he stood. As a caracal, the pets had been just as welcome. The thread of her fingers through his fur, running tracks through the hairs to his skin. But it had meant to be a comfort to her, to distract. He glanced up at her, a smile pulling at his lips.

The kitten answered her question for her, and maybe Mino delighted in the blush that spread over her cheeks. The same blush that remained when he looked back after talking to the old man. “See something you like?” The edge of his voice was nothing more than teasing, lips pulled up further in their crescenting. Enough that his eyes mirrored the action.

He glanced toward the old man, brows raised. “For the lady?”

“Of course, I do.” The old man clicked his tongue, muttered something else under his breath. But there was no bite to his words. “One lavender, and one vanilla with caramel.” The little girl hopped off her perch, bowl set down where she’d been. She was agile in her approach, navigating the sea of furry bodies as she made her way to the cart. The two of them worked as a pair — the girl on the balls of her feet, and the old man giving murmured directions — to complete the order.

Mino cradled the kitten to his chest, using the same hand to scratch under its chin as Fawn had. Her hands, no longer in his hair, took to his arm. There, they drew patterns that might as well have been seared into his skin. He tried not think about the burn of flesh from something that had been branded onto him. He glanced down at her before his gaze skipped to the area around them for somewhere to sit. Somewhere she wouldn’t be tripping over curious cats. There was one spot, shaded from the sun, though they would miss it soon enough. It was better than nothing — better than standing around and her being uncomfortable for most of this.

If the caracal had to admit it, he would: he wasn’t one that did...outings because he wanted to. Not with other people. Not usually. His walkabouts were more personal, a chance to breathe. Back when they’d allowed him that much or when the Ladies had thought he was trained enough to be trusted to come back. His smile wavered a moment, glancing down at the kitten.

“If we stand any longer, I worry you might have other admirers.” He narrowed his eyes at the cats as they weaved around each other, mewling up at Fawn to get her attention before rubbing up against her legs. His own legs had been subject to the same treatment, though they’d given up on him. Fawn, though — a new face to be suckered into giving them whatever they wanted.

He liked having her back. He did; there was nothing quite like seeing her up and moving. Smiling. But a worry ate at the relief he felt, tainting it. “Fawn, are you—” He stopped. He wouldn’t have wanted someone asking if he was okay if he’d gone through what she went through. If he remembered the entirety of what he suspected was a memory similar to what she’d experienced.

“Aside from turning you into an experimental art piece, does this teacher treat you well?” It wasn’t to the point, but it was better than asking her are you okay?

[Fawn]

xx

Fawn's cheeks took a pinking hue as they stepped up past the cats, her own feet shuffling as to avoid squishing any paws. The cart, now up close, was simple. Similar to that of any other vendor in her own town complete with the child-helper to boot. The girl smiled as she reminisced of her family, wondering briefly if they'd gotten her letters. Strangely, she hadn't gotten any back yet, but she'd been so preoccupied with her own troubles that she thought maybe the transition into glade had been especially hard on them. After all, with one less groom in the stables it was on her cousins to help pick up the slack. She made a mental note to send some gold their way later on for their troubles, and perhaps even visit in a few weeks.

The girl watched as ice cream was prepared, occasionally trailing her fingers back to the kitten to pet it's crown briefly before returning to Mino's arm. Comfortable, would be the right word to describe this. Normal. Warm. With a smile she leaned her head against his shoulder and sighed contently. But all wonderful things were limited, which became a striking reminder as the ice cream was handed to them over the edge of the cart. But she followed him, happy still for his company and even more so for each step she took into her normal life once more.

It wasn't that all her worries had gone and vanished but more that with Mino's company they seemed so much more distant, less frightening, like she had purpose and promise to overcome them.

"Aye, I don't wanna be steppin on their toes-" She looked down at a few of the pesky fluffballs, nose scrunching a bit as she struggled to enjoy their presence much like Mino did. "But it won't be my fault if they don't watch where they're goin'."

She followed him to the bench, glancing up with a raise brow as he cut himself off. It was the same tone everyone had faced her with in the palace. Was she okay, did she need anything, how was she doing- questions that had bothered her when she'd been in the palace but nearly slipping from Mino felt like a warm embrace that threatened to melt the ice cream she held between pale, freckled fingers. But he never finished the sentence. Likely for the same reason she never answered.

So much like he dropped the question, she ignored it had almost happened, and smiled at him instead while fluffing out her dress around her legs on the bench. "I would'na say she treats me like anythin'." Fawn said, taking a first bite of the icecream. A tiny droplet stuck to the side of her lip and melted, but she caught it with a quick flick of her tongue and sucked it back into her mouth with an excited mewl. "Mmm! Just like home!" She grinned, taking another small bite from the scoop. "But she hasnna gone easy on me either. I worry I'm not learnin' much, but, it's better than doin' nothin."

[Mino]

The winding of feline bodies around her legs was almost mesmerizing to watch. Almost.

He was much more concerned with the way Fawn moved. The way she held herself as she walked. It wasn’t the same open, happy gait he was used to. Not completely. Something different, still guarded. He glanced away, turned his attention back to the cats because he shouldn’t be prying. Not into that. Her recovery would be different. She would turn out better than he did. Was. He blinked. That — he shoved that thought down far. Far enough that he wouldn’t have to deal with it anytime soon. His leg bounced, attention drifting to the kitten and Fawn.

She at least seemed taken with this one. A pristine white; probably cleaned often by its mother. Doted upon by older cats, maybe. He glanced out over the cats as they swarmed closer, danced around the bench with raised tails and wide eyes. Expectant, really. He knew the look well enough, considering at one point he was much the same. A ball of fur waiting to be fed by people who thought that perhaps he looked cute. And it had worked, most of the time.

“That’s how learning anything goes.” He shrugged, took a bite of his own ice cream. “You don’t think you learn anything until you apply it. She’s just — much more skilled than you.” No, his first moments of learning were not...as colorful. In a way. He did remember being dropped from a story or two up when he’d first shifted. Something about wanting to see if cats always landed on their feet.

“You’ll.” He cocked his head to the side, took another bite. “You’ll get better. It’s a learning process and, those.” He let the kitten sit on his lap, lifting his ice cream out of its reach. His hand now free, he gestured to a bruise. Close enough to touch, but not quite.“Those are merely proof that you’re trying in the first place.”

He took another bite of his ice cream, letting off a soft sound. He used his pinky to scratch at the kitten’s head, lips twitching up at its soft mewl.

[Fawn]

xx

Fawn's posture was only one stiff shoulder, her voice only one millisecond hesitation, away from normal. Like the hints of Glade flowers on the breeze had been just days away from the seasons change, it begged to be rushed further. But much like the seasons, healing cannot be rushed.

"Aye, I suppose that's true enough." She said, smiling towards him. When he finally sat down she scooted closer, letting their sides brush up against each other. She reached her other free hand and circled it through his arm, reaching forward to his lap to rest it upon the kitten and lightly scratch at it's head with Mino. Her fingers would brush against his, and in those moments she couldn't tell if it were the kittens fur or his skin that was softer. But it was his hand that was more enticing to her own, and it didn't take long before she stole the kittens place in his hand. Fingers entwined with his, a curl to her lip.

As she bit another chunk of the lavender ice cream off, she stared ahead at the passersby in the street. Some ignored them completely, hell most did. No longer in the sun they no longer drew as much attention, but to those that did notice them whispers were cut short by giggles and gasps. But she barely paid mind to them. It was odd to get used to, the stares, but her mind was distracted. Not that she'd told anyone yet but she had not returned to Lunaria. Or the cabaret. Something about the darkened space, the smells, the hungry men and women- it all sent shivers down her spine now. She couldn't go back now, not for a while at least. But it meant she'd need another method of income. As it stood she could probably get by for at least two seasons without much trouble, but then again trouble did seem to find her quite easily.

As she pondered her future, a whisp of blonde caught her eye. Her head perked up as she squinted into the distance.

"Marina?!" She yelled, bouncing up off the bench and rushing forward to meet the girl just a few steps ahead. The blonde woman, standing a few inches taller than Fawn, whipped around at first with curiosity before a brief moment of distaste flashed through her eyes. It was like lightning- no sooner did it come that she pushed it aside, recovering herself with a smile and waving to the girl as she approached. "Wh-what are you doing here?! I thought ye'd have been off in some mountaintop by now?!" She asked, reaching out for a tight embrace that was given right back. Marina's warmth encircled her and just like before she caught the familiar scent of red dahlias. When they finally pulled away Marina took the girls free hand in her own, eyeing the ice cream and Mino behind her with a raise of her brow.

"My master and I had to make an unexpected return for some old books before we rush off to the wilds again. Fawn, this is Master Won. Master Won this is Fawn, the friend I told you about from the countryside." She said, squeezing her hand before dropping it gently and gesturing to a Dratori looking man who walked up slowly beside her. He was rather short, but held himself high with a stern brow and tight lips. He said nothing, but simply bowed shallow before the girl, his darkened mage robes flowing in the wind around him. Fawn returned the bow, her own brow raising in response to the man who seemed more annoyed than anything.

Her gaze drifted to the man behind her before her eyes widened. "Oh! Lord Lekivian, I apologize, I hadn't recognized you for a moment." Marina's expression faltered then. Her cheerfulness fading for just a second as panic flashed through her eyes as she bowed towards him. Fawn's expression became curious as she bit through her ice cream. "You know him?" She asked, a light smile on her lips. Still, it wasn't as warm as it used to be.

Marina laughed nervously. "Eh, sorta of. He is nobility after all. I attended the cotillion last year, we danced once though it seemed I didn't catch his eye." She winked at him then, making light of the awkward meeting they'd had. It had been a mutual dislike. Mino's keen eye had sat with her poorly, like he could read every lie she slipped through her painted lips. He'd gone so far as to cut the dance short and make some excuse for his departure, sneering at her with every ounce of publicly-allowed disgust he had. It meant she'd have to make her own departure here quick too. After all, she was already uncomfortable with seeing Fawn again. Let alone being around a living lie-detector who seemed attached to the girls hip.

"I'm sorry I can't stay to chat longer, Fawn. But we are already behind on our travels." Marina said, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. The dratori man simply nodded in agreement and turned to leave, causing the blonde to reach in for another hug in haste. "I've gotta be off, but stay well, all right?"

Fawn was oblivious as ever as she licked more ice cream from her lips. Her smile, fond, she was blushing as she reached in to plant a soft, ice-cream cooled kiss against Marina's cheek. "Always." The woman held back a twitch of her lip and smiled.

"Oh! Before I go, if you haven't yet you should speak to the Lekivian House about singing at the Cotillion. I'm sure you'd do wonderfully, you always did have the sweetest voice." She said, finally sinking into her facade and placing a gentle hand upon the girls cheek. Her fingers stroked the skin gently, eyes glancing over the bruises there. She didn't ask about them, both having known Fawn to be reckless but more than that, truthfully, not caring. And then she pulled her hand away, waving as she rushed off leaving the girl no time to respond.

[Mino]

She radiated warmth. A warmth not unlike that moment they’d spent on the ledge. She hadn’t been as close, then, not as close as when they’d been at the cabaret, but was the companionable warmth that had enjoyed all the same. His smile lifted higher, glad that she had taken some comfort in her words. To anyone else, it would simply be a gesture of convention. Of wanting them on his side. To her, though, he meant it. Mino was rather glad she had taken to learning to defend herself. There was much to be wary of in this city, especially for someone like her. More than what she’d already encountered, even.

As she leaned into him, he did the same to her. The difference in height meant that it was a little awkward, but he rested his cheek against the crown of her head regardless. More warmth came from her. But in this position, he could feel the shudder that traveled up her spine. He wanted to say something — venture past that space of treading carefully with her well-being — when she shot up. The sudden movement jostled him, forcing his head back as he blinked and watched her race off to someone.

There was excitement in her voice that he couldn’t dim, not when he really took in who it was she was referring to. The name hadn’t struck much of a chord until it was matched with a face, one that couldn’t be hidden behind Fawn given their height difference. But he could hear the joy, surprise in the woman’s words as she looked up at the blonde. And he would have given them their moment, if not for the fact that he’d been dragged into it.

Marina had been a face he wouldn’t have minded never seeing again. She gave off the stench of…something. He remembered it being woefully unpleasant when they last met, and would have been fine with that being their final meeting. Would have wanted it to be the final meeting. But luck, as much as he liked to think he was born lucky, was relative and this was just a stroke of bad luck for him. Maybe for her. The same disgust he’d felt toward her then was manifest now as he bit into his ice cream, smiled with far too much teeth. Canines and premolars sharper than a human’s, than even the Hytori skin he wore, on display. A warning, not a smile.

“You didn’t leave much of an impression, I’m afraid.” A good impression, at least. That much wasn’t a lie, and then he remembered why he didn’t like her: she was a liar. Unlike him, unlike the others of the house. A different species of the same creature, and one much worse than the rest. “Many faces that day.”

Was he being rude? Absolutely, he had no reason to hold onto polite words. The man beyond her, despite the change of face, was one he could recognize based on smell alone. He always carried a certain air of moth-ridden clothes. Wasn’t sure why. He scrunched up his nose, sniffed. It was with her departure that his shoulders relaxed, and as he glanced down at the kitten, he suspected it must have sensed the displeasure of its current seat. It had risen on its hackles, tail flicking.

“I wasn’t going to bring it up, but.” No, he’d never really intended to bring up the cotillion past any curiosity she had. Certainly not after Havershim. Putting her in a ballroom with nobles screamed a bad idea. But Marina had brought it up and he knew Fawn would be curious — that one peculiar cat-like thing about her he suspected she didn’t quite realize — so she ought to know. Shouldn’t she? “There is interest in singers performing. My sisters need a break.”

[Fawn]

xx

Marina was the type whos smile meant you'd lost, and her frown meaning you'd won. So when her faux-cheer left her face replaced instead with a scowl that she directed at Mino, it was clear where she stood. Too many things had happened in that exchange. Between the outright rude behavior of the Lord and his strangely protective stance of the girl, she knew she had no more leverage over her.

And Fawn... this meeting meant the girl may try to see her again. Or worse, ask Mino about her. And even worse than that, she may learn about her. And if she did, well, then she'd have more of a reputation to outrun than she'd prefer. As she took off she made a mental note, nodding to the man beside her, and disappeared into the marketplace.

Fawn had turned back to Mino by then, biting into the cone of her ice cream and ignoring the few pieces that fell to the ground below and attracted the nearby cats. She was smiling again. Even less of her fear sat in her shoulders now, and the hesitation that once held her back seemed to lessen as well. Meeting Marina again had reminded her of the simplicities of life. Of how she used to feel watching her play with the wind on lazy days in searing. And even though she couldn't see her more now, she treasured the brief moments she had been given.

"I missed her." She said, a slight flush to her cheeks. "Many years ago I used to lay with her in the fields near my house. We'd talk for hours, dance at sunset, and then she'd disappear until morning with flowers in hand." Fawn sighed. She always did like blondes. But then again, the woman had never been interested in her. Perhaps flowers had just been something she did for friends.

Her head perked up then, tilting in response to the information he gave away. Singing... she hadn't even attempted it in weeks. Which was strange for her, but perhaps it would help. She could already feel the itch in her throat, the pressure in her chest to belt her soul into the sky. "Do'ye think I could? Would they accept me?" She asked, a tiny droplet of ice cream catching on her pinkened lip.

"Didnn'a seem like yer sisters liked me very much. Yethink they'd let a hick sing for em?" Especially one so poorly dressed, she thought to herself. If it were truly an event for nobles, it meant the wardrobe would be fancier. Likely more elaborate than anything she'd set her eyes, and more expensive than she could afford even if she could go. But, perhaps to sing you didn't need the right wardrobe. After all she wouldn't be going to fetch a match.