CATNIP KARTH. (stoutheart) wrote in emillion, |
Relief flooded Cressida's face when Drake appeared at her side. Truthfully she'd tuned out much of what had been going on around her during the performances, even the polite coughs and murmurs, so his presence now was naturally most welcome as the haze began to ebb away-- slowly, but surely. Without him, she might have found herself attached to her sister -- who was delightful, always -- who'd convinced their father to escort her at the last minute. Only when she'd been led away did she think to speak.
"I think it's beautiful," she admitted, taking care to curb her words so she didn't come off as a gushing moron. "I don't know what I was expecting, but it wasn't this." Then again, what do I know about the arts? Swallowing a sigh, she shook her head, a smile appearing. "What about you?"