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Sybil kicked her feet and pulled at the itchy scarf around her neck. She was passably warm, but the little half-breed was always sensitive to cold weather, and Autumn was definitely on its way. And she wasn't having much fun at the moment. Her mother kept assuring her they were "almost there," but almost always seemed so long to the distractable four-year-old.

Her eye was caught for a moment by several brightly colored leaves dancing in a gust of wind. She giggled and reached out for them, spinning in a circle as they swirled.

"Wait, come back!" she cried, pouting as they continued on their way.

"We can go look for others later, okay? Here's the mall, let's go in, sweetie." Rime pointed inside, and a few seconds later, they were heading to the costume store. They'd found out the hard way last year that each kid had to be taken seperately for costume hunting.

"Momma! I want to try that one!" Sybil cried, as she plastered herself to the display window. She was looking in at what appeared to be a dinosaur costume of some sort, or perhaps a dragon.

Rime smiled and let her go so she could pull it off the shelf. The little girl did so, tearing past people with abandon in order to reach the costume.

Sybil almost didn't see the girl standing in her path. At the last moment, she realized that there wasn't enough room, and despite a heroic effort of flailing arms and skidding feet, Sybil managed to careen instead into the next clothes rack, the one holding the leather dominatrix costumes the older girl had rejected.

Rime covered her mouth, and moved forward into the store as the little girl shakily extricated herself from the mess of fallen costumes. She looked both shaken and sheepish, and one wrong move could create a crying tantrum.

"I... I want... my Momma..." she whimpered. But Rime was still halfway across the store.

Luckily, that was just the right tone to take. And had the added bonus of a distracting question at the end. "Heels? What's heels?" she wondered, but was distracted again by the process of picking up the fallen outfits.

The little half-breed recovered as everything was picked up of the floor. Sybil bent to pick one of the tops up, and held it out, a curious expression on her face. She'd never met this other girl, but...

"You have a mark on your face, like me! And a tail, too!" she declared, eyes wide, then answered the question that had been directed at her. "Uh huh... I wanted the dinosaur one. Who're you?" she asked, curious who this girl was.

Rime had been on her way over, but she paused when it appeared that the young demoness had it under control. Should she interfere? Well, there was a chair over there, probably provided for the comfort of accompanying adults. She could keep an eye on the pair from there.

Sybil looked down at Onii's feet, and repeated, "They make your butt look nice..." as though committing the information to memory, probably to be repeated at the most inopportune moment later.

But then there were introductions, and this was something Sybil knew how to do very well! She stood up tall and in a grown up voice, she said, "Hello, Onii. Hello, Ane. I'm Sybil, it's nice to meet you!" and put out her hand to be shook in a cheeky manner a bit more reminicent of her older brother Avery than the manners Rime had helped her practice.

"I don't have a cat, but I have a fish! His name is Finny!" she said, grinning. She had almost entirely forgotten about the costume. But not quite. "Oh, the dinosaur!" she said, and looked around for where she had been going.

Sybil giggled at the cat shaking her hand, and watched him for a moment, but then her expression took on a worried look at Onii's response to the dinosaur costume.

She really had wanted to be a dinosaur, but something about the way Onii said that made Sybil start to think it was a bad idea. So she turned to the older girl and nodded. "Okay! Like what?" she wondered and looked around curiously.

Sybil brightened when she heard she could still be a dinosaur, and followed Onii willingly around the store, collecting what they would need. The body paint was easily found, as there was an entire counter filled with cosmetics.

"Ooh! Glitter!" Sybil said, pointing with one hand while holding a paint jar in the other. She hoped that the silver sparkles would be part of it, as well.

Rime watched this procession with curiousity, wondering what exactly Onii had said that had deterred Sybil from her dinosaur costume. And what the paint was for.

The pair disappeared down an aisle and out of Rime's sight for a moment, and she waited patiently for them to reappear. If she had known what was on Onii's mind, she might not have been so complacent. Of course, this was the same woman that let her son run around last year in gold painted shorts and gold body paint for Halloween, so it was hard to know.

Sybil, though, was having a great time, especially since the glitter had been approved. "Yea! Spikes! On my head and back!" she cheered, and ran towards the mask aisle just ahead of Onii. She wouldn't be able to carry much more, since her arms were full of paint jars.

Onii picked up a set of rubber spikes and exsamined them, before looking to the small child. They'd be perfect. She tucked five of them under her arm, and then grabbed some super stiff hair gel, and sticky pads.
"Do you have a white tank top and a pair of white shorts at home you don't want anymore? We can use those as a crafts prodject to finish your costume. Home made ones are the in right now, you know."

So why was she here at the costume store herself? Oh.. Personal reasons.