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Unlike Lavender, Rhona hadn't spent nearly as much time on her appearance. Only enough to get the soil off of her knees and out from under her nails. And even that later venture didn't bare much fruit. Would Lavender think less of her because of her dirty nails? It wasn't that she didn't clean them, it was just that she had been working in her garden. But how would she know that? Why was she nervous? It was just a girl. But like... a pretty one. Acubens had noticed it the night that they had agreed to meet as civilians. Truthfully, she'd noticed it when they were both powered up too. It was just... different... seeing her in her natural form.

So when Rhona had gotten the text almost right away she shot her acceptance back, eager for a chance to hang out with someone without worrying about work. And a makeover to boot -- Rhona had never had the patience for makeup, but she wasn't going to turn someone else down if they wanted to do it for her. As she was walking up to the door, Rhona realized that perhaps she should have worn something a bit more... glamorous. Jean overall shorts and a plain green tee shirt. Nothing fancy... she hadn't even really done anything with her hair.
Rhona hoped it would be aright.

Her knock sounded timider than she wanted.

Ummm yep. Rhona had definitely come under-dressed. She forced a smile as Lavender invited her in and took in her surroundings. Lavender lived in a nice space, however devoid of plants Rhona may have thought it. To be fair, however, Rhona lived in a greenhouse so... there was also that. So she stepped inside the strange apartment and took the offered seat. Did she want food? Rhona really had no idea. Probably not if she didn't have an answer...

"No thank you, I'm not hungry," she said with a smile. "But water would be nice! If it's not too much trouble." Was it too much trouble? Rhona wished that there was a way to be powered when she did this. Acubens was confident. Acubens knew exactly what to say and when to say it. She would know what to do. What to say. So would would Acubens say at this moment? Rhona tried to imagine the feeling of her fuku on her skin, the electric fizzle and pop tickling her nerves. What would Acubens do?

Her eyes opened, a new calm settling over her bones as she let her star guide her actions.

"So, what do you have planned for me today, Lavender?"

Good think Rhona loved purple, she supposed with a smile. Not that Rhona disliked any color, really. Each one had it's place, after all. What didn't belong on the wall might have belonged on a garment or in a simmering pot of steaming goodeness! Whatever Lavender put on her face, Rhona was sure that she'd love it. She took the offered pallets with a thankful smile and pulled them open. Oh gosh they were pretty. The rich pots of pigment made Rhona really wish that she was able to do make up. Maybe Lavender would teach her? The question then became would Rhona take the time to sit down and do it herself? Probably not. So Lavender would be her resource for that.

A memory from a lifetime ago shimmered to life in that instant. A pretty purple-haired girl giggling and trying to teach Rhona how to braid hair when she wore different flesh... It flickered out of Rhona's grasp just as quickly as it surfaced, leaving her groping and strangely empty. She looked back up at Lavender and wondered if she didn't have a type for strikingly pretty purple haired people or something. Hell, Clay had purple hair too... not that she'd heard from him in a hot minute...

No. She was here with Lavender now. And she deversed Rhona's full attention. She handed the pallets back and gushed, "you have my total and complete trust, Lavender. I know that you'll do wonderfully. I can't wait to see what you do!"

When Rhona opened her eyes her face went blank for a moment. It was like the first time she caught her new face in the mirror. Someone else looked back at her when she peered into the glass. It was just as shocking, but this time it was... like a good kind of shocked. She leaned in to get a better look at the mirror, finally recognizing her own eyes int he reflection, framed by deep, fierce violet and wickedly hooked eyeliner wings. Her cheekbones stood out more than they already did. Her jaw had been sharpened.

To her, makeup had always seemed like a mask. Something to hide behind when someone wasn't able to cope with who they were. She had always thought that the think layers of pigment obscured the truth of their faces. But this... this wasn't obfuscation. This was... hell it was enhancement. The violet on her eyes mad the green of her irises sparkle. The length of the wing made her eyes look longer. The hook opened them up. Her brows were fuller now, more expressive. Her cheekbones were deepened and high lighted... everything was somehow... better.

"How did you do this," she breathed in awe, taking the mirror absently from Lavender as though that would tell her what she had done to make this magic happen.

Rhona looked up when Lavender made that incredibly innocent and yet deeply revealing confession. She thought about her when she wasn't around? It caused Rhona to pause. To be fairly honest, she had been going through the same thing. Granted maybe not in the same fashion that Lavender had been thinking about her... however not in the same way Rhona suspected she had been running through the other girls' mind. Mostly it had been ways to keep her in the court, but that also begged the question why bother? Because they were so small and so young. A mere babe in comparison to the ancient orders of White Moon and the Negaverse. They needed as many bodies as they could get.

That must have been it.

"Oh god, I love it," Rhona breathed as she went back to marveling at her reflection. "I've never looked like this before. I mean granted I've only had this face for like three years, but it's never looked like this... can you teach me?"

She thought that she was pretty? Rhona pulled the mirror closer to her face to hide the blush spreading across her pale face. Or was that the rouge that she was suddenly noticing? Had it been that bright before? It must have been. Rhona didn't blush. Micah was the blushing, buldering idiot. Rhona had composure. Rhona knew what she was doing. Rhona forced the heat from her cheeks and shook her hair out of her face with a bright smile.

"I would love to follow you," Rhona exclaimed, clasping Lavender's hands in hers. "I would love to learn everything I can from you there and in person! I mean, I work with real, actual magic, but this..." Rhona touched her face gently, afraid to disturb the artwork on her skin, "this is magic that I have never seen! Maybe I can even practice on you! I can't promise that it'll be anywhere near this good but... like you said, a beautiful canvas helps loads!" Had she really just said that? Rhona shut her lips and gnawed on her bottom lip for a moment before returning to her reflection if only with the wish to crawl through the mirrored surface to escape what she had just said.

"It's a shame to waste this," Rhona muttered, pressing her fingertips against the reflective surface. "Are you old enough to go to the bars?"

"I just seems like such a shame for you to do all this work and them have no one but me appreciate it," Rhona smiled, passing the mirror back finally. "I thought it would be nice to show off your work! Brag about you a little bit. Hell, I can be a walking advertisement for your channel!" Pushing it. you're pushing it Rhona. She had to listen to the voice in her head. Micah had all ways been too much. Too loud. Too fast. Too much. Rhona had to be better. Rhona had to know when to stop. Besides that... going to the bars might be a little... risky. What if one of her previous partners caught sight of them? What if they ruined the evening?

"Or we can get all dressed up and get some burgers. Less loud. Less people. But I still get to show off your genius."