Annie's younger self was dressed in an extremely well crafted and finely detailed long and white dress, bound at the waist by a variety of banded and gold cords. From shoulder to ankle, it was coated in fractal filigrees of gold and jewels. Atop her bright blonde hair was a small headdress, similarly lavishly designed and bejewelled.
She waited in front of the apartment's door, stood with perfect posture, her hands clasped together in front of her chest, at odds with her obvious child's height and features. At the sound of the loud voice, she looked over towards Johnn and the source of the noise with a snap of her head, her blue eyes wide and her expression nervous.