for richwitchbtch; Remissa and Siria figure out Looks for the deer wedding

[moonsickness]

[Remissa floos in to Siria's flat a good fifteen minutes past the time they'd agreed to meet, her bridesmaid's outfit for Jane and Lily's wedding in a garment bag tucked under her arm.

The smile directed at Siria is a little sheepish, for a few reasons.] Sorry I'm late.

[That's one. The other, larger reason is sort of why they're doing this. Remissa doesn't really dress up. Ever. Make-up is sort of a foreign concept and heels, even low ones, are nigh impossible. So she's going to "practice".]

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[richwitchbtch]

That giggle earns a bright grin, even as she hums, "The absolute worst. And just another mo for tea."

She has to make it the way Remissa likes it, after all.

[moonsickness]

She’s not in a huge rush to get started on the actual reason she’s come over, so she doesn’t try to rush what is apparently an intensive process of making tea.

Instead she fidgets with a hole in the sleeve of her jumper. It was nearly big enough for her thumb to slip through, and in the perfect place for it, so she was reluctant to mend it with magic.

She clears her throat, the nerves returning. “Do you, ah-- Do you have anything that will cover the scars? Even though they’re cursed?” She’d certainly tried to do so before, and it had never worked, but maybe Siria would know of something.