Juliette Coulombe (clearyourmind) wrote in emillion, |
While the party was elegant and really quite lovely in every conceivable way, by mid-evening Juliette felt bombarded with people and conversation and sought to escape, at least temporarily. The tour of the gardens was seized upon, therefore -- even accompanied, not everyone wished to venture into the cold (for her, it was not such a big concern -- herfurt-trimmed cashmere wrap was warm, and the feel of the cool air upon her face pleasing). She had been uncertain what there might be to see in a winter garden (even the Countess’ lush grounds were scaled considerably back this time of year), but she was not left to wonder long. The ice sculptures, lit from inside with magicks, no doubt, caught her imagination straightaway, and she wandered a bit ahead of the group with which she had arrived, looking up and around and marveling at the artistry. It made her wish that she, too might learn some magicks. Certainly nothing on this scale, but the view was certainly inspiring. And speaking of magicks, she saw what appeared to be a familiar silhouette framed by a spill of blonde hair -- when she approached, however, the girl resolved into not Ridley, but a stranger, though one who bore a certain resemblance to her friend nonetheless. (The mysterious sister, perhaps? It was too awkward to ask.) Since she had been striding in the other girl’s direction with clear purpose before realizing this case of mistaken identity, Juliette stopped, casting around for something to look at just so that the whole situation didn’t become even more uncomfortable. In the end, she settled for looking at the same sculpture the girl was admiring. There it was again, the uncomfortable tugging inside of her that appeared every now and then whenever she spent too much time around people. Saffron had arrived and tried her best to mingle, even though she didn’t find much reason to do so. Ridley and her had had a few moments to themselves, but she could say it had been a rousing success and a good example of how sisters were supposed to spend their time together, and ultimately they had parted ways, perhaps with a rather weak promise of meeting later on. Her condition as the daughter of a nobleman gave Saffron some benefits, but she found that her condition didn’t quite fit her in a space or another, so she simply drifted, sometimes engaging in small talk, wondering just how many people would pay their condolences to her late father. It was tiring, actually, as she was pretty sure most of them hadn’t really cared much for the man while he was alive. She had somehow found her way to the garden, the cold startling her at first; she was very much fonder of the fire element, and it showed as she was forced to wrap herself in a shawl that partially managed to keep her warm enough. The view certainly made it worth though. Saffron wasn’t particularly knowledgeable about sculptures and she was nowhere near as good in her ice elemental magicks to pull something like that, but she could admire the craftsmanship, as well as the sheer magical power behind it. It made her think of the things she would be able to accomplish in the future. |