Susan Pevensie | OTA
If there was one thing Susan could do, no matter the time period it seemed, it was dress for a party. She'd purchased several gowns and accessories while the "mall" had been around, and thus had come up with something that came together nicely. Her hair was partially braided, and while she didn't wear a crown, it would not have been hard to believe she was a queen simply from her bearing and grace. She was nursing a glass of red wine slowly as she watched several of the others dance and mingle, and still felt a little alone since a few of her own social skills for this particular type of event were rusty. None of the music was familiar, unfortunately, though the ballad that Jaskier performed brought a smile to her lips - and reminded her somewhat of the songs performed in Narnia.
Making her way over to the railing, she leaned against it rather than sit at a table, turned so that she could watch others in their party clothes drift by. While being here was still unsettling - nearly as much as the thought that they were celebrating the year turning over to 2021, but at least she looked good for apparently being 92 years old - she enjoyed seeing others smile and have fun, and took another sip of her wine as she tried to learn the dances by watching them.