[@1Hawkeyes]
[CENTER] { [b][color=bc8dbf]Deena[/color][/b] } [/CENTER]
The phantom sensation of blushing crept up to her cheeks, her dead heart seemed to rush inside her chest. She was sitting so close to Helena, she could even perceive her subtle fine scent. All these thoughts were only driving her the more nervous, yet she had to have a hold on herself if he pretended not to scare the woman away. She had only felt this... [i]vulnerable[/i] once before, at that was a long, long time ago. She felt ridiculous for acting like these, but she couldn't help herself all together. Deena tried her best to keep her eyes and attention elsewhere, watching instead the changing view by their side as they passed by through the village and towards the castle.
The question made her look back to Helena, meeting her enthralling eyes once again. [color=bc8dbf]"Well..."[/color], she began, offering her a soft smile. [color=bc8dbf]"Since I was a child, I used to see the beauty everywhere, in every little thing. And I liked the idea of everyone else noticing this beauty, too. I remember I used to style the dolls my mother gave me."[/color], she chuckled with a gentle shrug of her shoulders. [color=bc8dbf]"Later on, growing up, I... met someone. She was a stylist, too, and became a good friend of mine. She tought me the basics, and introduced me to the world of makeup and 'beauty'."[/color], Deena told her, and let out a quiet sight as her eyes wandered around the scenery. [color=bc8dbf]"I went on on my own ever since then, discovering my own 'style' and learning new technics and things to better satisfy the people's needs. So, I started my own little 'business', once I was independent."[/color] She said, drawing a smile back on her face.


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