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Bryony Capper (goodlight) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Bryony tensed slightly at the touch to her shoulder - but quickly relaxed again when she realised she could put (most of) her clothes back on. She didn't keep Gemma waiting long, hurrying into her robes and the open-toed shoes. This part she was less worried about - she'd got over the habit of biting her nails some time ago, largely because her mother would keep nagging her whenever she caught her.

"Thank you," she said, following as Gemma led the way into the next room where Bryony looked around curiously. She sat down where Gemma indicated, her gaze transferring to her hands. "Did my mother send instructions for what colour nail polish she wants?" she asked, knowing that if the decision were left up to her she'd get it wrong somehow.