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[Miss Rhiannon]

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Rhiannon stood nervously on her rooftop. She was wearing the new dress Brittany had made for her. Dresses really weren’t her style. They had been at one time – not so long ago, actually. She thought of whom she was when Fong and she first started seeing each other. She had been an overly friendly, naive, carefree young lady. Over the past year her friendliness had been tempered, her naivety had lessened, and responsibilities had swarmed into her life. Vigorous training had required freedom of movement and dresses seemed to only get in the way. So, she had given them up.

Last night Orelen, Vargus and Vaen had teased her about the new dress, relentlessly. Teasing that she typically would have enjoyed, but last night it had stung. Why? She did not know at the time, she only knew her feelings were hurt. Today, looking back on the night – she had some clarity. She had been reminded that she wasn’t the girl she once was. She was no longer giggling and twirling her hair. She was, instead, training and attending those damn Protectorate meetings. The thought that adulthood was here to stay had hurt. The weight of responsibility set heavily on her heart.

So, when Fong appeared on the roof top and looked to her as she stood in the new dress, she was filled with apprehension. “What do you think? Be honest! Do you like it?” Fong studied her for a moment, tilted his head to one side…studied…studied…

“I like it!” He smiled brightly to her.
“I’m so happy you do! Orelen, Vargus and Vaen taunted me terribly about it last night!”
“The next time Vaen says something about it; remind him of the dress he once wore.”
“I did! And then we got into this big debate over whose butt was boniest?! I don’t have a bony butt, do I?” She turned and looked over her shoulder to Fong. He grinned and said, “I like your butt very much.”
“And you really like the dress?”
“I do.”

They sat on the roof for a bit, talking of the rift, the evacuees and how it might be time to bring some of them home, and other matters. When the business was over, Fong stepped out for a brief moment to tend to some things. While he was out, Rhiannon looked down to her dress and shook her head. Maybe she was cute in it, maybe her butt did look good in it, but the fact was – it just wasn’t her anymore. She took off the dress and put on her usual attire. Fong returned and looked oddly to her. “I changed,” she said. He chuckled, took her by the hand and led her through a gate to a secluded, romantic cave where he set up a picnic for them. For the remainder of the afternoon, responsibility and obligation were replaced with happiness and closeness - feelings she felt with Fong no matter what she was wearing. She smiled realizing that although she had grown up, she could still feel such wonderful things - things she had not allowed herself to feel before falling in love.

Changed? Yes, yes she had.
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aka - Brittany Tyven

I have only been married once. That was in consequence of a misunderstanding between myself and a young person.
-"Lane" in The Importance of Being Ernest