Welcome to Gaia! ::

When Kala and Eve, who was still on her arm, walked through the door a very attractive very blonde young man greeted them, welcoming them to Iced. Kala nodded toward him in a greeting. “Oh, I think it’s horrible after all that work that you actually have to eat the cake. Of course it’s really the same as making a glorious gown only to have it worn once for an event and then it never gets to see the light of day ever again!” That was actually horrible. She had never really thought about it that way. It was rather depressing.

“Anyways, I will just not think like that. So anything you were looking for?” She surveyed the shop and with a giggle pulled Eve toward a jeweled wall. On it hung several diamond studded tiaras. “Try one on!!” She prompted her friend while grabbing one for herself. It was small but very intricate with some light blue jewels at the tips and points where the curved designs met. “We need to find a mirror!!” Kala loved trying things on. She had actually wanted to be an actor for a while for the sole reason she could wear so many different clothes.

The young girl placed the delicate tiara onto her head, adjusting it and re-adjusting it several times in the mirror till it was in the perfect place. Kala batted her eyelashes as she gazed into the mirror while pouting her lips, “Tell me, do I look gorgeous darling?” She drawled on in a faux French accent. It was such a pretty tiara; it made her feel like a princess. She used to have a trunk of dresses when she was child that she’d wear and then dance around in. Sometimes her father would dance with her like a prince charming or her mother would set out a vast tea party. Now if it was only fashionable to walk around in one all day. “I wouldn’t have anywhere to really wear this too.” She stated, running her finger across the top, “it’s a pity.’

Her face stretched into a smile, “I know, let me take a picture!” She dug around for her bag, looking for her phone. “If I can find it,” she huffed, “then we could record our first shopping day, because,” she grunted, reaching deep into the large bag, “we are so doing this again.”

“And then I’ll stand here arguing with myself whether or not to buy it. But I really really don’t need this,” She plucked the tiara off her head again, examining it closer, momentarily forgetting about her cell phone, which coincidentally was in the side pocket the whole time, “but I really really want it.” After finally finding the phone, she snapped a photo of Eve. Kala liked un-posed pictures as much as she liked the posed and pretty ones. She held her pink phone dotted in rhinestones in one hand and an equally sparkling tiara in the other.

“I know!! How have we not even seen each other before? I suppose that is school for you though, always keeping you busy. Smile.” She held out her phone, trying to center Eve in the middle.

Kala’s face lit up, “Really? I wanted so bad to be a ballerina when I was little. Turns out I’m not as gracefull as I appear to be. Then I decided that I didn’t have to be a ballerina to wear a tutu and I started wearing them everywhere for about a year. I’d make my own by tying tool to an elastic band.”

She checked the picture on her camera, it was a good photo of the girl. She walked back toward the tiara topped wall and placed hers gently back on the hooks. “What kind of dancing do you do? I mean dancer train in all kinds of styles right? Or I’m just pretending to know anything about it.” She ran her fingers across some nearby dangling chandelier earrings. “Oh, I sew things mostly. Costumes and the like. I’m in the sewing club. Vice president at your service.” She did a low bow, her face coming back up with a large smile.

“I bet you are really good, you’re just being modest.” She waved toward Eve. “I’d probably remove my partner’s toes with my horrific dancing. Of course that might teach those Hillsworth boys a lesson or two.” She shrugged. She glanced at her phone, now the only thing occupying her hands.

“Do you live in the dorms? I can’t remember if I asked you that.” She was mostly talking to herself at this point, opening up her phone again. “Anyways, you’ll have to stop by my house some time. Can I call you? I hear the ladies are real snooty about calls there. Do you want my number too? You know we should run through our class schedules too and see if we have any classes together, that would be great.” Kala often found too many ideas running through her head at times that came out in some grotesque ramblings and questions, as she seemed to be spitting out now. She caught herself this time, “Ahh sorry, I’m just going on and on, but I figured since my phone was out I might as well get your information?”

Kala nodded, and navigating her phone to the contacts, handed the gaudy phone over to the girl. “Oh I don’t know, you say it’s just steps, and I suppose it is, but you can still do the steps badly and look ridiculous.” She shrugged, “I’ll still dance anyways, its fun, but I’ll never claim to be good at it.”

“Oh I don’t know, some teachers are pretty oblivious, we could probably text, I’m mean fast at texting, or hit it old school and send notes.” She giggled, “Now we are planning on breaking the law. Let’s hope we do get to sit near enough to each other though, that would be fun.”