Rowan Morgenstern; Elle Woods (rosetinted) wrote in incandescence, @ 2012-08-07 12:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: aeldn, character: rowan, post: log |
WHO: Rowan, Aeldn, a room full of riders and dragons and onlookers
WHAT: Zee bond~, and some awkwardness
WHERE: IDK a ballroom
WHEN: IDK the beginning
Rowan was nervous, but only a little bit. She was more excited than not, but that was how she always was. It was an evening of firsts. This would be when hopeful soldiers and riders might first glance and bond with their potential dragon partners. It was the first opportunity she had had for a night out since she came to the kingdom, only just arrived a fresh faced and eager recruit a few weeks before. And it was the first time she broke out her new dress. Though no noble, not in this kingdom anyway, and not shying from the occasional extravagance, she hadn’t had an opportunity to do some proper indulging lately. Trying to prove her worth and practicality for the army had pushed aside her normal frills in favor of something more simple, or as much as she could stomach. This would have been the first time anyone had seen any kind of display of her wealth and taste. While she didn’t go over the top, Rowan rarely had the same definitions of that limit than most other people. The evening favored darker colors and so she flitted across the room in a deep rose gown, form fitting and baring just enough skin to be enticing while still maintaining modesty. Her hair curled and pulled over her shoulder in a low ponytail, it was clasped together with gold and jewels that matched her few but ornate pieces she wore on her fingers and wrists. She was still as petite as ever, even with her heels on, but she strode the ballroom with all the confidence she had. Newcomer though she was, she knew enough of societal graces and carried herself well, settling in with the crowd far easier here than she did at the barracks. Most had been surprised to hear she was set on fighting but she did her best to assuage with the boundless enthusiasm that she was known for. A break in the conversation had her excusing herself and making a beeline for a server. Her previous glass of champagne empty, she found one with a lone flute still on his train, and she weaved through the crowd at the edge of the dance floor in hopes of taking it from him. |