[ It's not exactly quieter, but the frantic beat mellows out into something a bit more manageable, between her starting to get used to it and Julie's guiding hands. Ciri lets herself be pulled closer, drawn into the warmth of Julie's fingers laced with her own, her smile, that natural hospitality that simply seems to radiate from her. She's an excellent hostess. And good at making people feel at ease, Ciri thinks. At least it's worked on her. ]

Really? Oh, I'd like that! And you promised to teach me more-- [ what was the word she'd used? ] Makeup! I want to know what all your different paints and brushes are for. You have so many!

[ The laughter is definitely coming more easily now. The movements, the music. The way she meets Julie's smile. ]

Hey... I was wondering.

Your hair. How is it that color? Do people in your sphere have hair the color of flowers?