Mirabelle was having a blast, darting through various stores in the strip and picking out the best Halloween decorations for the upcoming holiday. Her long hair was braided, with pretty flower pins dotted down the rope, and she was dressed in a (handmade) winter frock with leggings and ankle boots. Another handmade piece, a duchess jacket, kept her warm and was buttoned up front. On her arms, several reusable bags hung, each filled with her purchases from various other stores before the one she was currently in.
Pulling out her phone to make the payment as she passed through the checkout – she really loved mobile phones. They were so useful! – and made her way out of the store. Mirabelle was still fiddling with her phone, trying to put it in the pocket of her coat (best thing about making all her clothing herself, was everything had pockets!) when the doors slid open and she stepped right into the path of another person.
“Eep!” Mirabelle squeaked as she ran into the rock-solid form of a much taller person, skipping backwards a couple of steps to regain her balance. She was usually pretty well balanced, but being surprised took away such a natural edge. She looked up – and up – and blinked hazel eyes at him. “I’m small, not invisible,” she chirped back at his apology, raising an eyebrow and putting her hands on her hips, bags puffing out awkwardly. “You should look down occasionally,” she added, tilting her head with an annoyed look. “Not everyone is a freaking giant, you know!”
Pulling out her phone to make the payment as she passed through the checkout – she really loved mobile phones. They were so useful! – and made her way out of the store. Mirabelle was still fiddling with her phone, trying to put it in the pocket of her coat (best thing about making all her clothing herself, was everything had pockets!) when the doors slid open and she stepped right into the path of another person.
“Eep!” Mirabelle squeaked as she ran into the rock-solid form of a much taller person, skipping backwards a couple of steps to regain her balance. She was usually pretty well balanced, but being surprised took away such a natural edge. She looked up – and up – and blinked hazel eyes at him. “I’m small, not invisible,” she chirped back at his apology, raising an eyebrow and putting her hands on her hips, bags puffing out awkwardly. “You should look down occasionally,” she added, tilting her head with an annoyed look. “Not everyone is a freaking giant, you know!”
