The daughter of Hecate looked grande today. Her Hair was wild, in the sort of way that it still looked combed, although her hair was a bit messy at the bottom. She wore blue ballerinas, red hotpants which came to the middle of her thighs, and a beautiful button-up blouse with pale flowers on it. The daughter of hecate sure had a sense of style. She also had one small braid hanging down, the strand that Danny had tucked behind her ear the other day. She sighed at the thought of Danny. When was he going to get here? It was the time where in an hour or so the sun would set down. The perfect setting for a date. Of course Quinnley had her three throwing knives tucked into her belt, just so she would look rebellious and also pretty. She layed down, her feet still in the water.
She had thought about Danny constantly yesterday. She was sure of it-she had a crush on him. Things like that rarely happened to Quinn. But danny was hers now. He was going to be. She grinned at the thought of him carrying her bridal style, swinging her about, their foreheads pressed together, and Danny's soft cheek kiss. He was perfect for Quinn.