cormac's notebook. (curagad) wrote in emillion, |
Not once, in the process of getting dressed, did Ridley think to worry about what to wear, how to act, what to say. Social anxiety rarely plagued her as it might have in the year following her mother's death, but that was years ago, and the prospect of having tea at Cid's brought excitement instead of fear. They were kind and friendly people, those she had a tendency to gravitate toward, and so worry neglected to make an appearance. She slipped into a simple blue frock dress with ease, pinned up her hair with the hair piece Peony had bought her (she could never get it just right; it often ended up on the messy side, but at least it stayed up), and left the Tower with a lightness in her heart and a bounce in her step.
By the time she reached the front door, the excitement was at an all time high. She rapped her knuckles on the door, careful not to jostle the small, wrapped package in her other hand: a thank you gift for Penny and Cid for having taken her to the gala. There was a possibility that it was entirely unnecessary-- the gala had, in a way, been a thank you from them for the attack weeks before. Even if they wouldn't accept it as a gift for the gala, it was still polite for a guest to bring something. Her mother had instilled that custom into her early on, and politeness went a long way. Usually.