[ as wide-eyed as she felt, at first, at the splendor of the gala, the sheer amount of people feels overwhelming — once, she delighted in it, watched the ladies dance and the men tourney and thought it amazing. now, all her wonder at such sights has long since died, and she walks around the Grand Hall rather cautiously... but when she spots a familiar face among the crowd, she heads where he's standing, her black dress making her hair stand out all the more and likely making it easy for him to see her well before she makes it to him. ]
It's all very grand, isn't it? [ she smiles at him, wondering if he feels the same about it all: that it all feels more like a show, a front of sorts. it is easy to be distracted by everything beautiful... but everything beautiful is usually that to conceal something else. ]
OCELOT ❄ backdated for the gala
It's all very grand, isn't it? [ she smiles at him, wondering if he feels the same about it all: that it all feels more like a show, a front of sorts. it is easy to be distracted by everything beautiful... but everything beautiful is usually that to conceal something else. ]