ladylike; in form and manner both [halloween event; open!]

[regalduchess]

Duchess goes to sleep on her velvet chair and wakes on the floor. The castle has seen fit to provide her with a plain white slip and nothing more, and so-- she's seen Madame Bonfamille, in one, but never in company-- sets about to searching for clothes.

Sh comes across a lovely dress, tailored to her size, and puts it in a few minutes. It takes a while (she's trying to get used to clothes! They feel quite constricting.) and a few tries, but finally she's able to search for a mirror fully clothed.

She's a human... all but for her head, which still looks reassuringly feline.

It's time to debut her new form. She walks to where the play set is and looks around, eagerly searching for anyone to talk to-- and finds them.

"Oh! My dear, look at what the castle has done now!"

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[regalduchess]

...That's a possible issue. What if this is the castle working further magic? She could... be stuck like this forever. Maybe even turning fully human.

Oh dear.

Her attention is snared by the ghost phasing through a swing, and setting it into some weak swinging.

"That's impressive, for someone who doesn't seem to have much... substance."

[itstheend]

Frisk puffs themself up a little in pride, before looking down at their hands, and the way sunlight moves through them. They... it's not that much of a secret is it, the little they're about to tell?

They fly back over to Duchess, circling her before moving away to do a pirouette in the air.

"I can't usually move things on my own," they confess. "Or... do anything on my own. It's nice."

And then they wink at her, doing double fingerguns. "Not as impressive as you!"

[regalduchess]

Duchess waits patiently for Frisk to explain themself fully. She does know that the two children have a... complicated relationship, every incarnation of them running around this castle and likely in their own universe.

"I do hope that you enjoy yourself." And then--

"Oh, you flatterer." The fingerguns are slightly lost on her, but she does know that it's not bad. "Thank you, darling."

[itstheend]

"It's not flattery if it's the truth!" they say, nodding. "No problem!"

"I'll try," they say, as if they are determined to have fun, placing their hands on their hips. "And you too!"

They return to trying to move the swing, frowning in concentration.

[regalduchess]

Duchess decides to leave Frisk to their swinging. She watches carefully first, though, to make sure thst they won't fall off. Even if they are quite poltergeisty, they're still a child.

"Have fun, darling! I'm going to go try and walk a little more."

[itstheend]

Frisk waves at her in farewell. "Good luck!" They say, and they mean it. Halving your number of legs must be hard.

They turn back. They're determined to beat this swing.