Leia Organa // OTA - Multiples Welcome
Leia knew how to dance. Ceremonial, and social, the graceful Alderaanian Waltz - she could still hear the sharp tones of her instructor; exasperated at her slouch, demanding she straightened her back and lift her chin, slumping across the floor was no way for a Princess to be seen. Though she hated the lessons, she didn’t hate to dance.
Well, she supposed that always depended on the partner; too often she would be led by boastful, rich young men that thought she’d be impressed by their wealth sycophantic attitude toward the Empire. She was decidedly not.
She’d watch her parents dance, their love and admiration for one another so clear. The pulmonodes in her mother’s chest glowing, making her look like an ethereal light moving across the floor.
This evening? It was highly different to any gala, or ball she’d attended, yet it had the essence of something similar. Their dancing wasn’t graceful, or practiced or even ..particularly good but people were happy, and the music was lively and the mood in general was something to be amongst simply for the frivolity of it, events like this lifted her mood, even if she seemed barely to be participating.
Plus, there was food, and alcohol - something that brought people like Leia, those who chose to sit by the sidelines and avoid dancing, together. The trouble with magically refilling drinks, however was she wasn’t exactly certain if she was on her second, or third of the effervescent thing that tasted as though it was made with apple. This event was needed, there had been illness throughout the town, more had left, though some had arrived - and there’d been an arrival of gifts, some of which were not welcome. So Leia watched on with a smile and perhaps a slightly moon-eyed gaze, keeping an eye out for anyone particularly familiar, but she was in a mood enough to make conversation with any of the town's occupants.