She had dressed in a purple skirt and v-cut black tank, her plum-black lockes cascading over her back and shoulders. Because she was caught up in the joy of the moment, Elisabeth practically pounced Peter in a hug, throwing her arms about his neck and smiling widely. [Bloody right it is! Jesus, I was starting to go nutters, is this a city-wide epidemic then?]
She stepped back, not at all apologizing for her behaviour. She tucked a strand of hair behind one ear and waited for him to answer. Now that they were closer, the connection was clearer, but it still felt as if a dull filter had been placed between them. She certainly wasn't going to complain though, so long as they could communicate.