Susan Pevensie (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} grewupquickly) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} toboldlyrpg, |
Whatever nervousness Susan may have felt, the former Queen hid behind a careful mask of warmth and friendliness. Fifteen years of attending and hosting balls wasn't something one forgot overnight, no matter how much she may have hoped she might before being brought to this strange time and place. She had been separated from Jadzia after dinner, and had picked up her refilled glass of wine, wandering the edge of the dance floor as she watched others. She wore a burgundy dress she had made herself with material purchased from a Fornaxian merchant a few days previously, and had arranged her long hair in cascading curls.
Lifting her glass to her lips for a sip as she turned, she lowered it when she spotted Jadzia approaching through the crowd, and smiled. "I thought I'd lost you to negotiations or something like it."