[h2] [centre] [color=f49ac2]Astrid Peterson[/color][/centre] [/h2]
[h3] [centre] [color=C0C0C0] The Mayor's Party with Fluffy [/color][/centre] [/h3]


[i][centre][h3] Dwarves, Dresses and Dancing[/h3][/centre][/i]


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Astrid smiled and waved over to Waconia walking into the party, a grey dress that seemed a long way from thr bar keeps normal day to day practical attire, she could understand that fact. Life, mines, bars and mud where not exactly ideal environments for a designer dress and a nice coat. Waving over realising they probably had done the exact same thing, wearing a simple but nicely fitted cobolt dress with a nice very pale coat cut to match, gold buttons tailored in slight at the waist with a wider drop down to above the knee. 

Made up slightly, black hair tidied up into somthing partly passable for a night out, she was hardly a expert at the whole female dressing up thing, more adept at identifying rock types than make up and contouring. 

[i][color=f49ac2]Hey, happy new year! 

Mayor throws a good party, and nice dress, seems you do find a diamond in the rough, once you give it a polish. [/color][/i]

Smiling, obviously trying to mean in a posetive way, Astrid was not always the best with social situations, her sister was always the social butterfly and one to seemingly float effortlessly through every Ball, Gala, party or gathering with ease. Often letting her bail her out or move things along, this time she had to rely on self and a rather adorable large furry dog who hopefully would prove as good at that as swimming. 

[i][color=f49ac2]in a good way... Of course..  Sorry... Ya know. [/color][/i]

Quietly nervous, humans where unable to sense things but a dog always seemed to detect far smaller and subtle signs. Fluffy resting some of her Fluffy mass against her leg trying to reassure its owner. Sometimes abit silly but and a puppy at heart, raised from a Puppy and a close bond forged , Astrid could always trust her canine companion to at least try and do the right thing even If she broke a few things and made a mess now and again. 

Looking round the party she saw others she saw in passing, a pair of
Chickens in adorable bow toes keeping a clear space between themselves and the Newfoundland that was many times there size. Two people talking, the mayor telling stories started seemed not to end. This seemed like a good night as any. 


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