Lost Creek Hollow girl you party all the time

"so you're a prince?" corinna hummed with another sweeping step forward. that's what she gathered from that comment, anyway. she wasn't born to lead-- that was too noble for her. she was merely born, a far less frilly and responsibility-heavy lifestyle. the painted fae hardly minded, though, perhaps, it would've helped to have been born with a predetermined future. maybe it would've saved her all these weeks of walking.

his response, however, was less than satisfying. no playful quip, no smirky-smirk... not even a stammer or two to show that she really was working that charm of hers. disappointing, but corinna was far better at this than he was (apparently), and would gladly keep it going for the both of them. "what else are you good at?" she asked with a few fluttering bats of those eyelashes over those oceanic eyes.