Cerulean Cape soldier, keep on marching on

it is a woman her invades her space immidately. her body is thickened with life and magdalene can only draw eye to her rounded abdomen. why was she running in her state? how unfortunate that she would extend such effort to an arbitrary task. what would her husband think of her working herself in such a convtroversial manner? she bites her tongue as the lack luster greeting entangles itself among her ears, "bonjour," she purrs. her voice is far different from that of the inky water girl. 

 she would not be left to associate alone with this girl. there was only a brief moment of longing--girls needed their time to rejoice in company, to gush over their superiors. she wandered where this girl could show her, but alas, her answer would appear. his body is a ghostly apparition. his eyes captivating and oh, he has noticed her! a smile slips over her features: inviting. he is not much taller than her, but his broadened chest is something she wishes to bury herself in. who was this colorless vampyre? "oui, sir," she obliges his advice as though it were law and she lowers her head to him in immediate respect. what would she do? it had been an assignment once upon a time--the second attempt at fate had to be written at her own doing.