⋆˚࿔Scenes⋆˚࿔

[Ash {matching with alexandra}]

I wake up to the crew yelling above and the sun shining through the small window. I get out of my bed reluctantly and look outside to see land, more specifically, Roam. I try to see farther out, but the crowd that is waiting outside for us blocks my view. Groaning, tired from the night before, I grab a dark red gown, slide it on before lifting the small bag I packed and heading upstairs to the deck. The crew excitedly lowers the gangway, running to their families as I slowly drag my surprisingly heavy bag. I reach the end of the gangway, looking at the wide, muddy puddle waiting for me at the end. I hesitate, not wanting one of the few dresses I packed to get dirty. Before I can move, a strong arm wraps around my waist, lifting me off the ground effortlessly. This surprise has me dropping my bag, looking over at the owner of the arm. Caspian looks down at me, smirking, grabs my bag with his other hand, and walks through the puddle, not letting his grip loosen until we're through the mud.
“Careful, Trouble wouldn’t want one of your pretty little dress to get dirty.”

[Beth †]

That’s really good! I love that. my only suggestion would be to either make Caspians line at the end plural, like “one of your dresses” or just make it “your dress”.

[Beth †]

but keep in the “pretty little”. it’s sweet. x

[Ash {matching with alexandra}]

omggg thank you!!
i see that now lollll 🤍🤍🤍