[Jean moves silently through the crowd, doing her best to keep a certain distance. It's not as hard as it could be; she manipulates the movements around her, just slightly, as she walks.
Her steps are brisk, shoulders tense. Everything is bright and loud, buzzing excitement and earnest wonder, and she remembers a time she would have loved it. When she would have laughed and cheered with everyone else.
Now, well. At least she blends in well enough, in her green afternoon dress and her hair swept to the top of her head.
It's a mercifully short journey, though, and soon enough Zane is in her sights. She musters a faint smile.]
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Her steps are brisk, shoulders tense. Everything is bright and loud, buzzing excitement and earnest wonder, and she remembers a time she would have loved it. When she would have laughed and cheered with everyone else.
Now, well. At least she blends in well enough, in her green afternoon dress and her hair swept to the top of her head.
It's a mercifully short journey, though, and soon enough Zane is in her sights. She musters a faint smile.]