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The tiny huntress had been quite surprised when she learned Charlotte didn't know about the upcoming ball. Honestly she couldn't even remember how the topic had come up, but she had dropped everything, likely breaking something, to stared wide-eyed at the faunus. It had been announced several times at this point. Zylah herself was rather excited. She'd never been to anything like this before and while she wasn't exactly sure what to expect, the idea of getting all dressed up and dancing around sounded nothing short of lovely. So thus, it brought them here, the streets of Vale because Zylah was detirmined to get Charlotte in on her excitement and there was no way she was going to let the girl weasel out of attending. She may have been small, but she had a way of getting exactly what she wanted, when she wanted. Maybe it was a certain charm that convinced others to just follow suit, or maybe it was her forceful nature and lack of boundaries. Looking at the two, it could very well be assumed it was the latter. Two petite arms and delicate hands wrapped firmly around Charlotte's with a surprising amount of strength, dragging the girl along easily. Clearly, she had no choice in this matter. Zylah woukd just drag her around with her whether she liked it or not.

Dressed for once in neither her school uniform or her regular battle attire, Zylah was looking rather adorable. More than that, she felt normal for once. She wasn't the victim of a kidnapping, nor a huntress in training, nor a spy for the tribe. She was simply... herself. That was new. The dress its self was rather girly, white sleeves hanging over her shoulder with a big black ribbon tied around her neck to secure it in place. There was a ruffle across her chest and the fabric was rather flowy other than the band emphasizing a petite waist, ending just about mid-thigh. Her hair was styled as usual, bangs hanging ever-so-carefully in front of her left eye, keeping it covered and hidden from the world. However. There was a black ribbon tied with a bow at the top of her head, a stark contrast to her pale locks. On her feet, rather than the heels she normally wore, was a pair of black strappy saddles, lacing up to her knee. It left her standing proudly at her impressive height of a whole five feet. Yet, the tiny stature and girly outfit didn't keep her from dragging Charlotte around. Then again, maybe the faunus had just reluctantly gave in. Who knew?

The exact reason they were here in the first place was to pick out a couple of dresses. Zylah didn't own any formal attire and she doubted Charlotte did either. Neither of them had ever had the need for it. Besides, after the catastrophe in the dorm room several days ago, the scorpian deserved a fun day out. Zylah was pretty sure they were supposed to be training... but that hadn't stopped her from abducting Charlotte leaving nothing but a note behind. Either Aaron and Luina could meet him here, or she and Charlotte would meet them back at the academy later. Besides, it was Saturday! Why would they spend it doing more dumb homework, even if it was hands on this time. "Let's see..." Zylah mused, coming to a sudden halt for just a moment, likely annoying the people trying to walk behind her. "Ooo! That one looks good!" She then exclaimed, excitement in her voice as she pointed to a little shop across the way. Just like that, they were on their way again. "Don't look so worried, Char. It's going to be fun!"

"It's important because it's fun, silly!" She explained, as if it were as simple as that. Surely there were many other more reasonable purposes behind them. Celebration, a break from the grind, the social aspect. To Zylah, she was much more concerned about the element of fun behind it all, as she was in most things, including her battles. So really, it couldn't have been much of a surprise. "And we're not actually going to be inside a giant ball... that's just what it's called... I'm not really sure why." She commented, confusion flickering across her expression for a moment. She grew thoughtful for a moment, eyebrows furrowing together with her forehead slightly creased, as if she were trying to recall something from memory. Knowledge that would have been impossible to have considering her lack of experience in the area. In the end she simply shrugged and brushed it aside as if it didn't matter in the slightest. In her mind, it didn't. No need to get fussy about names and their origin. It didn't really matter what it was called, just that it was going to be fun. "Dancing is simple." She stated matter-of-factly, despite the fact that she herself had no real experience in the subject. She'd never had to opportunity to learn such a thing in her life, but to her it seemed rather simple. "You just spin and twirl and stuff... kinda like fighting but without the weapons."

Nodding slightly, she looked satisfied with her explanation before a wild smirk grew on her lips. "Also, probably don't actually try to kill anyone. That's a fun saved for other such events." She teased winking playfully at the girl before skipping forward and tugging her along. It wasn't that she thought Charlotte would try to murder anyone at the school function... then again there had been that strange occurrence at the beach and the man who died of a heart attack. Zylah had her own suspicions and thoughts, but the entire event was still a bit of a mystery that never got solved. Luina had disappeared for most of the following weekend, as had Charlotte. It had been the look in her eyes before she ran that had really caused Zylah's suspicion, but it was not a topic that had ever been brought up and not one that could be done so easily. She hadn't seen either of those teammates until their following mission... Hence a bored Zylah and the paprika fiasco in the kitchen with Aaron, leading to a slightly peeved cook and also maybe Zylah being grounded from the spices from there on out. Laughing softly to herself at the thought, her feet continued on across the street. As always, it was hard to tell if she was walking or skipped. If anything it was somewhere in between, adorned with the same grace that always came with her movements.

As Zylah pulled Charlotte into the shop, a little bell rang above her their heads. Zylah pulled her to the center of the room before finally releasing her grip on the scorpion's arm. Spinning slowly on the spot, her cerulean gaze traveled along the many rows of frills, silk, and lace. "You just pick some and try them on... until you find one that you like." Charlotte was clearly confused about it all, or at least she seemed to be. On the bright side, Zylah didn't seem to mind explaining it all to her. Whether she would show this amount of patience with anyone, or if it was special just to Charlotte was hard to say. Maybe it all boiled down to the simple fact that as different as their backgrounds might have been, it had lead to inexperience and misunderstandings of the way of the world. Zylah had picked up on a lot of it by now and was offering what little knowledge of it all that she had. "You just have to pick the ones you think will look good... and you'll find something eventually. You can show me or keep it a surprise. Surprises are always fun." Which was true. Zylah loved a surprise, but that didn't stop or impatient and child-like nature from snooping and often ruining the surprise before it was given. At Charlotte's last comment, the girl's smirk faltered and she watched with curious baby blues as the faunus rubbed at her neck. "How will you what?" She questioned, tilting her head to one side.

Noticing the rather devious smile on Charlotte's face, Zylah couldn't help but laugh. A curious gleam shining in her eyes, as she wondered what exactly was on the faunus's mind. "I suppose I can't ask you to do more than try." She said, smirking and giving a small shrug of her shoulders. At her next question, Zylah's smirk only grew. "Oh... I was meaning more missions and you lnow... unsanctioned school activities." Her honey-like voice sounded mischievous as she grinned over at Charlotte, wriggling her brows teasingly. What sort of unsanctioned activities one might ask? Well, one could only guess with the two of them. They made quite an interesting pair. The two trouble makers of Team YAAZ.

As Charlotte answered her question, revealing that she had no will way to pay, Zylah bounced once on the spot. Holding up one finger, her other hand dug around in the cluttered bag strung over her should. Lips pursed and eyebrows furrowed, it took her a moment to find what she was looking for but eventually she pulled out a wad of cash. It was folded together haphazardly, bills crinkled and warn. Despite the mess of it, it looked like it would be enough to cover the expenses. "I got it!" She exclaimed, smiling broadly at the girl. Like most would, she didn't even seemed phased by the fact that Charlotte was without money, likely because she'd been there herself once. Zylah didn't have a lot of money, but she made funds with the jobs she did for the Tribe and had been sent here with a good amount to get her by until she returned with whatever intel she was able to dig up.

After a moment the money was shoved back into her bag, followed by the clanking of what could be assumed to be lose change. When she lifted her gaze back to Charlotte's, the girl had already stripped her top off and was working to pull a little black dress over her head. Blinking once, a soft pink color filld her cheeks. She looked confused, like she wasn't sure if she should look away or not. Should she turn away? Or quickly usher the girl away before anyone else could see. The shop itself wasn't particularly busy, but the streets outside were swarming with people and Charlotte was standing right in front of the window, yet she looked completely unphased.

"Um, Char?" She murmured after a moment, a cross between a smirk and a sheepish grin tugging on her lips. "You're supposed to do that back here. Come on." Gracefully bending over she picked the faunus's tank top up off the ground and took her by the hand once more, leading the girl, likely blinded by the dress she was pulling over her head, back towards the changing rooms before they could get kicked out. Opening one of the curtains she gently shoved Charlotte inside, before stopping in herself and closing it behind them without so much as hesiting. Charlotte seemed to be struggling to get it on over her tail. Standing on her tip toes, Zylah gently wriggled the fabric down and into place, being careful not to wrap or tear it while fitting it over her tail. "There."

Having quickly tuggedthe girl away, Zylah missed the loose change question. It would have to be saved for later, if it came up again at all, but knowing the chaotic wonder that was Zylah, who knew what lurked within the contents of that messy bag of hers. Loose change, candies, a variety of odd little trinkets, or quite possibly some more mischievous items, but more than likely a combination of all of the above. Back in the dressing room, the girls were face to face, noses just inches apart. There wasn't much in the way of wiggle room, which meant mot of their movements were met with colliding limbs and torsos as they continuously bumped into each other. The tiny huntress met Charlotte's flushed face with a wide grin as her head finally emerged from the dress. "Apparently it's considered being publicly indecent to get dressed in public. Who would have guessed?" She teased lightly, letting out a soft musical laugh at the end of her comment. "They probably would have kicked us out if they saw... but oh well! It could have been fun and there are other dress shops we can wreck havoc upon." While one might assume the last comment was a joke, anyone that actually knew the girl would know that it really wasn't that far off from her unruly and mischievous nature.

The pale haired girl gave a playful round of applause as Charlotte attempted a twirl in the limited amount of space they had to work with. "I think it suits you... but you can always try on more before you decide." The simple black material flattered the faunus and the open, pentagram neckline showed off her larger bust. "I don't think I could pull it off nearly as well." Zylah commented, winking playfully at the scorpion. While she was certainly not flat chested, she wasn't quite as large as Charlotte either. Somewhere right in the middle. It added to her femininity and kept her from looking like a child with her short stature and petite frame... not to mention her often-times childish behavior. Just like that, Charlotte was stripping the dress over her head once more. It was like she didn't care in the slightest that it left her exposed to Zylah's sight, but it didn't seem to phase Zylah either. Honestly, she seemed more enthralled by the scars so vividly marking the girl's body, rather than she was left in nothing but shorts and a bra. Her eyes lingered on them, longer than what would have been polite. It was not a judgmental look in her eyes, but rather something equivalent to empathy as she tried to determine what could have caused each of them and compared them to the ones that marred her own pale skin.

The girl was pulled from her thoughts at Charlotte's question. Shaking her head slightly to clear it, white strands tumbled about her chin just barely brushing the tops of her shoulders. "Well... some people ask dates and go with them... others go by themselves and dance with whoever they'd like." Or at least she thought that was how it worked. She had never actually been to one before and wasn't nearly as experienced in any of it as she often pretended to be. It was in much the same way that Charlotte found herself confused with certain phrases, actions, and the day to day life of society, that Zylah had once been. After all, she had been taken from her parents home when she was only seven years old. The next five years of her life had been spent in endless torture, near starvation, and isolation. She'd missed out on many experiences and lessons most children went through in those crucial stages. In some sense, she never really grew up, which likely contributed to her occasionally juvenile behavior. It was more than that, when she found the tribe she was still only twelve. They took her in, but it was not a loving or nurturing environment. She was left to figure out the ways of the world on their own and while she was at it, did their dirty work to survive... because after all, who would have suspected such a tiny and innocent child of such ill intent. Even now, based off of her cute and small appearance, she was not one someone would immediately accuse of evil.

It was Charlotte's next question that really took the girl off guard. Her hand shot up to her left eye, instinctively tugging at the strands there to be sure they were all still in place, covering her secret. She very nearly stumbled backwards, which was odd to witness from a girl who was so naturally graceful. She only managed to catch herself against the wall, and in all reality she hadn't put much distance between them. There really wasn't much room in the changing room. Heart racing in her chest, beating anxiously against her rib cage, she felt that familiar sensation of panic rising in her gut. Breath coming short, she stared wide-eyed at the faunus. Could she tell the girl about her eye? Could she tell her without opening the can of worms that was the rest of her past? Could she relent this one secret, without releasing the countless others. If the other secrets came out... would Charlotte forgive her? But were lies even possible at this point? The internal struggle played out on the girl's features, also an odd thing to see because she was usually so good at keeping her thoughts and emotions a secret from the world. "I... I..." Words failing her, she hesitated before slowly reaching up with a delicate hand and brushing the silvery locks out of her face. For just a moment the eye would remained hidden by her hand, but soon that would fall too. For the first time, both of her eyes were staring at Charlotte. One the familiar bright blue, the other a milky white, revealing the loss of sight. There were no other signs of scaring or maiming. The eye was completely intact as was the skin around it, hinting at ulterior methods and eliminating any thoughts of a possible accident. " I can't see out of it..." Her voice was a low murmur, so unusual for her. A pained expression crossed her face as her mind drifted back to the day it had happened. The one person she had let herself care about betraying her in such a cruel way. The pain of losing her sight had been traumatic, but the agony of that betrayal had been far worse.