There's no plan, there's no kingdom to come.

Noelie stopped at her cousin's plea and turned to face her, holding back an impatient grumble. "What are you talking about? You look fine!" The fae spouted, but then, with a more critical eye the Soliel inspected Etoile's coat, noting that, yeah, there were a few hairs out of place. "Here, let me.." She said, closing the distance before giving her paw a lick and attempting to pat down a particularly unruly looking patch of starry fur. "Other than that, though, you look fine. What about me? Any mud anywhere?" She questioned, doing a quick turn as she waited for the final verdict.