Disclaimer: I don't own Howls Moving Castle (the book or the movie, sadly), no matter how much i do love both versions so. I'm also not making a cent of profit from this; this is a fanbased work, merely for improving my own writing, and playing with themes.
Becoming
When the pair finally set out upon the road toward the castle that was lazily swaying through the moors, fading in and out of sight on the horizon, darkness had already taken over the streets of Market Chipping; the sun not but a line of fading red-gold in the distance.
"You know, Sophie hatter, you'd be quite a becoming sight if you'd relax a bit; let your hair out of that prudish braid."
"You least of all are going to talk to me about what looks fashionable, and what looks garish." the brunette woman replied flatly, not even bothering to look at the man by her side as they trekked.
"Oh come now, it's merely a suggestion." he tisked, letting a slight smile curl as he finally coaxed her into a conversation that wasn't about their current situation.
"Coming from the man who can't tell the color of his suit from one day to the next."
Howl dramatically raised a hand to press to his heart, the action making the trailing lace of his shirt-cuffs sway about though he was smiling in apparent amusement. "You wound me."
Note: So as the last 3 chapters I've posted haven't gotten a single review, I'm not exactly worried about updating this all that often.