[ Ciri has... no idea what to do with such sincerity for no apparent reason. Or the way it makes her face feel hot and her heartbeat flutter, confused. It's not like Julie has any need to want anything from her or flatter her. And she doesn't seem put off by the scars. Nor does she seem to be saying any of this with an amorous motive. She's just bright and cheerful and eager to show Ciri this little piece of her world.

And it's so charming and kind, it actually makes Ciri's throat feel a little tight. ]

I don't know what plastic is, but if it's cheaper and easier to make clothing with it and doesn't cost the famers their livestock, that's certainly a clever solution.

[ But Julie is probably asking more about the costume. Ciri's balance is excellent, but she takes the other woman's hand even so, letting herself be helped into the ridiculously tall shoes. They force her to walk on the balls of her feet, and Ciri briefly considers these contraptions might be useful for rigorous balance training. But they are apparently for dancing.

Still holding Julie's hand, she takes a few steps toward the mirror, not nearly as wobbly as someone who's never worn high heels might otherwise be. Her steps are light as a ballerina's, her body instantly compensating for the change in posture to keep her light on her toes. The flush still brightens her cheeks, green eyes wide as she stares at herself in the full-length mirror. Between the sleek black of the shiny pleather and the tiptoe-shoes adding a good five inches of height, she's got legs for days. ]

It- it looks good.

[ She sounds. A bit shocked. ]