boogie like you mean it

It was so easy to get wrapped up in all of the what ifs, that reality just sort of slipped away for a moment until she felt someone bump into her. Or had Maki bumped into them? She'd been sort of scooting back in an awkward, if not aunty style of dancing. Had the passion and movement, but the talent and rhythm was nowhere to be seen. She whipped around, a startled oh! passing her lips as she blinked, her mind going blank for a moment, a spinning loading icon might as well have been whirring overhead for as hard as she was trying to think.

"Oh, naw don't be sorry. M'Maki." Her tail wagged high in a pleased wave, eyes squishing a little. "You smell local, you live here? Oh wait-" Did that mean she was talking to some sort of princess then? At least some noble lady with fancy blood, which Maki didn't think to realise hers was equally as blue given her lineage but stopping to think wasn't exactly a strength of hers. Oops.

"Do I need to call you Lady Clove or somethin?" Cause she was certainly dolled up to the nines, the metal of her jewellery catching the firelight and gleaming like she was precious. Rolling in nice smelling flowers and grooming herself so her fur didn't have too many cowlicks hadn't quite cut it, it seemed. She felt well common in comparison.