wintus
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- Posted: Mon, 26 Jul 2010 23:50:30 +0000
Mitsukai skips in cheerfully up to the bar. She asks politely for a drink, non-alcoholic, of course.
The bartender nodded, and poured her drink. She sat down, fixing her dress. She sipped at her drink, being careful not to spill it on her dress. A giant red blotch would simply not look good on her pearly white dress, nor would it feel comfortable to dance in. She leaned her elbow on the table and rest her head on her hand.
She sighed and started to imagine a crowd of people dancing, their feet gliding gracefully on the tile floor.
The women would be wearing gorgeous high-heels and flowing, deep-red dresses. The men would be wearing their best and most comfortable attire; she didn't know the specifics, since she hadn't really seen men's formal clothes. She hoped people would at least look semi-decent. She didn't want to be the only one with an adorable dress.
She closed her eyes for a bit, trying to imagine more than just the people dancing.
In her image, there was a giant glass chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Behind it there were paintings on tiles of angels and foreign creatures. There were stained-glass windows with similar paintings on them as well. The floor tiles were made of light shades of marble; they were orangey, but still had hints of pink on them. Sort of like a shade of coral.
She smiled at her image, even though she knew that the picture could never be truly made. She flitted open her eyes, and her wonderful image was gone, and filled with the picture of reality. She sighed, and finished her drink.
The bartender nodded, and poured her drink. She sat down, fixing her dress. She sipped at her drink, being careful not to spill it on her dress. A giant red blotch would simply not look good on her pearly white dress, nor would it feel comfortable to dance in. She leaned her elbow on the table and rest her head on her hand.
She sighed and started to imagine a crowd of people dancing, their feet gliding gracefully on the tile floor.
The women would be wearing gorgeous high-heels and flowing, deep-red dresses. The men would be wearing their best and most comfortable attire; she didn't know the specifics, since she hadn't really seen men's formal clothes. She hoped people would at least look semi-decent. She didn't want to be the only one with an adorable dress.
She closed her eyes for a bit, trying to imagine more than just the people dancing.
In her image, there was a giant glass chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Behind it there were paintings on tiles of angels and foreign creatures. There were stained-glass windows with similar paintings on them as well. The floor tiles were made of light shades of marble; they were orangey, but still had hints of pink on them. Sort of like a shade of coral.
She smiled at her image, even though she knew that the picture could never be truly made. She flitted open her eyes, and her wonderful image was gone, and filled with the picture of reality. She sighed, and finished her drink.