Jesse had been a little nervous, having spent the much of her free time after class working through the clothes she had with brought her in the hopes of finding something presentable for the Gala - It had crossed her mind to visit Leo at the Tailor Shop, but having left it so late, she was certain the poor Shifter would be overrun with panicked students hoping she could work a miracle...
Eventually, after freshening herself up and then further deliberation on the subject, the Fennec Child finally settled upon a simple Red and White Dress which she topped of with a red, hooded cloak. There was no telling what Fidal would think, or the others for that matter, but she was sure that despite all her nerves, the night was going to be a Grand One.
Feeling it would have been quite unfair for the Shifter to have to trudge all the way through the Academy just to find her, Jesse decided she would meet Fidal in the Courtyard, hoping it would make things easier - then, as soon as they were ready, the pair would make their way towards the Grand Ballroom.
Jesse didn't mean to lead the way, but the closer they got to the Gala - and with her arm quite comfortably settled in Fidal's, the Fennec Child found it rather difficult to contain her excitement - her blue eyes widened at the sight as they finally crossed the threshold and she would stop momentarily just to take in all the splendour before her. "You haven't?" she was quite surprised, snapping from her awe - but having only really been to a few parties at home, Jesse hadn't either, "I've never been to anything as Grand as this," she would shake her head, then look around, barely recognising anyone as they were all dressed so differently, "What do we do now?" her inexperience in such events starting to show as she looked to her friend for suggestions?
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Profile Location: The Grand Ballroom Appearance: As seen, but Wearing This with hood Down With: Fidal Feeling: Completely in Awe, yet trying hard to hold back her excitement OoC""
Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2018 8:32 am
-- Prior to the End of the Preparations --
Each and every food that would be served for the feast was treated with so much care, making sure that nothing would be overcooked or undercooked. Kayne was making sure that the fire was tended well, more so when it came to roasting the meats and baking the treats that everyone would enjoy for the day. All in all, it was definitely a team effort, something that they could be proud of, though Kayne pretty much smelled like a worker with the odor of nothing else but the remnants of the kitchen when the food was served to the huge table right there. Now, all that's left was to wear the male get-up, one of the clothes that his mother sent for him, Emma and Pepper, as soon as the stench of the kitchen had to be washed off first.
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He ended up being dressed to the nines with that new get-up and he was searching for Emma who would be also be enjoying the moment; she indeed deserved it for being helpful with him even if the day turned out to be different than he thought it would be. As soon as Kayne would spot the trainee, he gave her a gentle pat on the shoulder. "Glad to see that you are looking mighty fine in that dress. My mom actually wore that back when she was still a student when she went to her academy." the chef confessed, hoping that she wouldn't mind a little history about the dress she was currently wearing as he pulled his hand away a few seconds later.
[at the barracks] After a brutal workout, Krem's body needed to be washed. With a heavy sigh, he'd have to undo all of his armor and take a quick bath. Doing so, he'd dry off and take a moment to clean his armor once more. No need to have it all disgusting, much like Cyrus had done early that day. Spending a few doing that, soon it was time to rev up for the Gala. Releasing a sigh, he'd don on his uniform and gather his sword, hooking it against his belt and soon clinking his way out to the Gala. "You coming Cyrus?" Krem shouted back at his partner. The two were subject to this little gala, being the few guards allowed inside the lovely place. He assumed it to be relatively easy, seeing that it's all little children...surely?
[enter into the gala]
The place was ravishing. Krem's slacked jaw was obvious, his eyes wide at such a beauty. The grand ballroom wasn't something Krem had seen before, often locked so other students couldn't go and ruin the lovely architecture. Whoever in charge of the decoration did a bloody fantastic job. Krem's eyes wafted about the room, in awe of the largeness of the room. It could easily house every student and staff member in the academy, along with necessities if in a serious situation.
Krem's left hand rested against his sword, his right resting against his left as he took a stroll into the ballroom. "Bloody amazing." Krem would faintly speak, his eyes rolling around the room, still taking in the scenery. The mall was dressed in full uniform for today's special event. Many knew him, many students and professors knew of the guards, but in particular Krem and Cyrus. The two were the most prominent when it came to disturbances. They seemed to tag team things. Both were generally young and could often relate to the students. Perhaps that's why he was in awe of such a place. If only.
Walking along the perimeter, he'd note next to the orchestra, some tasty looking food. He'd arch a brow curiously, it looked delicious. The smells were fantastic and the looks super. That moment, he fanitly remembered Emma. Oh, his eyes popped up to glance around. Perhaps she would be here? The Professor of cooking should have been, to which he knew Emma was meeting with. Did he dismiss her? Krem's eyes fell a bit, surely he did. Wouldn't make much sense for her to be here. He'd release a small sigh, straightening his back and standing straight. The show must go on.
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[In chambers] He couldn't believe this was happening. Chester had fumbled back to his bedroom in shock. He was just asked out, by Vikraahm. It was such an odd sensation. The other confident man had nothing to worry about. He was true to himself, understood himself, and liked himself. He was content with just being him. Vikraahm was from another land, he must have been taught confidence in oneself, trusting oneself, and being assured by oneself. Chester was taught very differently. He was beaten and battered, often slapped around by his teachers at home. They wanted to build him up into some strongman but ended up with a nervous child.
Chester sighed heavily. He couldn't believe it... He would sit on his bed, family unfocused. Just what in the world... It seemed a few hours would pass. Nightfall came, and Chester finally realized the need to get ready. His hazzed eyes moved over to his closet, not moving jus yet... "Guess I ought to go.... I can't let Vikraahm down." His pathetically spoke, glancing around a bit before deciding to officially get up. Sure, the two were simply going together, and if he were to turn up missing, Chester doubted anyone would bat an eye... but he was a committed man, never turning down on his words.
[enter the gala]
So this was it. Chester fixed his lavish cloak, donned in reds and golds, tied at the neck. His whole outfit matched his cloak. A black and gold vest tightened to fit his body with a simple loose long sleeve black blouse underneath. Leather pants and leather boots that raised to his calf, gave Chester a royal look. Much like others, this outfit was worn for only special occasions. For him, however, he owned many while others only owned a few. Being of high blood came with its perks....
Waiting just outside the doors, his nervousness was evident. Chester much rather be in his room studying or even the library... not here, forced to interact with others. Chesters curly red hair ruffled a bit, he had tried to pat it down, do something with it, but to no avail. His hair was wild and unmanageable. He tapped on the ground a few times before settling against the wall. Should he wait just outside the doors for Vikraahm? Enter in and find him later? Chester was unsure of how this worked... His body turned to glance inside the gala. His eyes lit up with wonderment. The place was well decorated, obviously the highlight of the whole academy. It seemed they had kept this place hidden from the students, using it for only special ocassions. He smiled softly, such a place reminded him of home. That smile, slowly fell... home.
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| Name - Nanashi Kuzunoha | Knit - Elementor (Aerokinesis) | Alignment - Neutral Chaos | Age - 15 | Year - first | Clothes - Formal Khosbainan Clothes
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It was finally time, and Nanashi Kuzunoha seemed to somewhat be excited about the event. Usually, he knew he wasn’t very sociable in formal gatherings like this. That, and the fact that Nanashi never really got to experience such a life. Back when he was just a bandit, he’d imagine what it would be like to be at least someone important for a day. And now he found out it wasn’t all that cracked up to be. Of course, this is better living condition than what he’s used to, but really it wasn’t all that special to him. Feeling the itchy sensation of the clothes he’s wearing, Nanashi knew that this suit was very uncomfortable for his taste, but it would have to do. Of course, he never expected his style of clothes not be so flashy and would stand out from the others styles. Valor and Trendel clothes seemed to be so different than he’d ever guessed it to be. Khosbaina really did have a different style from everyone else which was pretty apparent to Nanashi. Good thing that Nanashi was able to keep his ninja tools hidden in these somehow.
Wandering around the room, he noticed that there were some faces that were new to him along with others he’d seen before. The people did dress so refined to the point where they were unrecognizable. It was pretty ironic to Nanashi, as he’d always remember the same faces all the time, but even the teachers and staff were like different people all together. It was then that Nanashi saw someone he knew which brighten his eyes. Jesse! Nanashi exclaimed as he walked on over. It was then that he noticed a man with long bunny ears protruding out of his head who seemed pretty tall. Was he someone that she knew? It seemed so if they were together. Even though Nanashi didn’t mean to be rude and intrude, Nanashi wasn’t one for knowing manners considering his “upbringing” so that was pretty much his only excuse. So you made it here too, eh? Anyway, I’m really sorry about the bakery thing. Nanashi said scratching the back of his head before noticing Fidal. He would extend his arm to him Hello there, I’m Nanashi. Kuzunoha Nanashi. He said, trying to be as formal and polite as he could think of.
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As he chatted with Patrick, another of his former students, Fiona Perianne approached shyly, looking lovely in dress made of a variety of pastel colors. Offering her a warm smile, he bowed slightly at the waist in greeting. “Good Evening, Ms. Perianne, you look lovely in that dress. The colors are perfect for you.” The pastels were subtle and light and complimented her pale skin and dark hair. He could tell that she was shy and probably very apprehensive about attending the Gala, but he hoped that she enjoyed herself. If he wasn’t mistaken, she had been Tess’s roommate…
Considering that Fiona was seemingly here alone, he had to wonder if she had made very many friends since starting the new semester. The poor girl seemed so timid and shy at times that Gannon suspected that she hadn’t – approaching people you knew could be hard, people that you didn’t, even harder. Perhaps Patrick could help her open up a little, maybe help her meet a few more of her classmates. He was sure that Lelyna would make a good friend at least, she was a kind and understanding girl that would love to get to know Fiona, he was sure of it.
Looking around the Ballroom, he noticed many more students and staff walking into the space, milling about as they admired the decorations, the band and the food. As he stood there, looking around, Lerato approached their small group and spoke merrily to them all in greeting. Gannon didn’t fail to noitce the way Lerato’s gaze lingered on him as he spoke, this caused a soft blush to come to his cheeks. Inclining his head to his fellow Court Mage and former boyfriend, he felt his cheeks heat in an even deeper blush at his next words. Swallowing hard, he was reminded of the fact that he hadn’t told Elohari about his former relationship with Lerato. However, it seemed that Lerato was well aware of his new attachment.
Smiling a little, he tilted his head forward a bit, acknowledging his words. “I believe everyone was told to ‘dress to impress’, so I had to at least try. You look rather dashing as well, Lerato.” Gannon said with a small smile. He’d have expected the musician to wear something with more colors, something to compliment his lovely personality, but as it was, Lerato’s recent moods had been darker, since the break-up. Releasing a small sigh, he knew that Lerato was not moving on as Gannon had hoped.
Fidal thought his companion looked charming in her dress. Sure, it wasnt a ball gown, but she still wore it well. He thought that she was perfect as she was. He gave her a small smile and resisted the urge to pet her head.
Thinking a minute and looking around the Ballroom, he noticed a woman in all white with her hair done in braids. He would have to introduce himself later. That did give him an idea, though. Socializing. "Maybe we should mingle?" Before he could finish the sentence, though, a young man walked up.
Seeming to be dressed in the formal wear of his home country, the boy seemed forward and outgoing. He had a sharp look in his eyes, as if he was ready for something to happen at any given moment. When the boy reached his hand out, Fidal took it in a firm shake."A pleasure Mister Kuzunoha. I am Fidal, a friend to our lovely Jesse here." He smiled at the young man.
Lelyna was glad that Kayl thought of her as his dear friend. He was such a sweet and thoughtful boy and she knew that Mikhail thought of him as his closest, most cherished friend. Lelyna looked forward to getting to know Kayl better over the course of the school year. As the carriage pulled up to the Academy, Lelyna felt butterflies fluttering in her chest and stomach. Both nervous and excited, she swallowed hard, wondering if Mikhail would be surprised by all of this.
Smiling at Kayl’s works, she shook her head slowly – it seemed that he had thought of everything. Once the carriage came to a stop, her eyes went a bit wider. Mikhail was waiting just outside for her. Nibbling her bottom lip, she nodded slowly at Kayl’s question. “Yes, I’m ready.” Ask Kayl opened the door, a cold breeze swept into the interior of the carriage, but Lelyna felt hot given her nerves. Reaching out, she took Kayl’s hand and slowly stepped out of the carriage, one foot at a time until she stood beside Kayl.
He guided her up the steps toward the main entrance. All the while she had to wonder where Mikhail was and why he hadn’t said anything just yet. Was he shocked by her appearance? Was he upset that Kayl was escorting her? Did he like the way she looked? Keeping her composure and a small smile on her face, she held her head high and continued walking until they reached the top of the steps. Hearing Kayl’s chuckle, she tilted her head toward him, seeking a reason for his amusement. Hearing Kayl’s words, she smiled wide and blushed a bit, happy to know that she’d rendered Mikhail speechless.
Hearing Mikhail’s footsteps coming toward them, she waited only to feel Kayl shift and step in front of her, grasping her hands. Eyes open, she nodded at his words and grasped his hands tightly. Lelyna truly couldn’t thank him enough for all that he’d done for her. “Thank you, Kayl…” It was all she had time to say before he released her hands and stepped away, making way for Mikhail. Lelyna could hear Kayl walk away and she had to wonder where he was going for the night - she suspected that he wouldn't be joining the festivities.
Now, alone with Mikhail, Lelyna felt a little nervous. According to Kayl, Mikhail was staring at her, but in a good way. But he wasn’t saying anything…Running her hands over her skirts, she smiled a little. “Do I look alright, Mikhail?” She asked, wanting to know for sure that he liked the gown and the color on her – she couldn’t see it after all…
After serving a few guests, Emma asked another of the assistants to watch the bar area while she stepped away to grab more champagne. While she was gone, Kayne offered her the new dress to change into, which she happily did. Although the dress was of an older style, it fit like it was made for her and complemented her dark hair and green eyes perfectly. While she didn’t feel like a Princess at a Ball, Emma felt much more comfortable than she had been whilst wearing her dirty blue dress.
Bottles of champagne in hand, she retook her station at the bar after thanking the assistant who’d watched it for her. Making sure all was in order, she was surprised when Kayne approached her. Looking up at him, she smiled when he reached out to pat her shoulder in a friendly gesture. “Thank you, Mr. Nightroad. The dress is lovely and fits so well. I’ll have to thank your mother personally for letting me borrow it for the evening. You look very dashing as well. Are you going to dance at some point tonight?” Kayne was, after all, a member of the staff, so he was free to participate in the festivities as well.
“I expect that bar to get a bit busier as the night goes on. So far I haven’t had any issues.” Emma knew that some students, who were underage, would try to order drinks or even take a bottle or two while she wasn’t looking, but she wasn’t too worried about it to be honest. She was happy to help in any way she could and hopefully by working the Gala, Kayne would see how reliable she was.
Meanwhile, unbeknownst to her, Krem and Cyrus were somewhere in the Ballroom surveying the scene. There was no telling if Krem would notice her presence, as he was working and wouldn’t necessarily come up to the bar area for a drink while he was on duty. “Can I get you a drink, Mr. Nightroad?” She offered with a smile, knowing that he too was a guest and one that she was there to serve.
Elohari had spent the majority of the day with Gannon and soon after, Fiona. Elohari smiled warmly at the thought. Seeing Fiona blossom, if only a little, warmed her heart. The young lady hid behind Elohari most of the day, not exactly picking her outfit herself... But through Fiona, Elohari was allowed to help and soon they found the perfect dress. Seeing Fiona light up, despite her indecisiveness, was a joy Elohari would cherish forever. Elohari opted to pay for the dress, knowing very well the young lady would try to pay for such an expensive dress. This was the first thing Elohari had bought with her newly earned money. It felt good.
The two parted ways once Fiona was fully ready for the gala. Elohari encouraged her, giving moral support when needed. But she herself hadn't gotten ready! Elohari would excuse herself and see out her home for a quick change. Gannon would meet her at the Gala, this gave her time to perfect the outfit. Bathing first, she'd slip into her gown and moved to work on her hair. Dressed officially, she'd grab her cloak and head that way. A small smile present on her face.
[Enter the gala]
Elohari stopped first, to remove her cloak. It was just before the entrance, having not yet seen it. She took a sharp breath in, a little nervous much to her surprise. Just why was she nervous? Elohari glanced in, unsure. Her hands fiddled with another, but soon pressed against her velvet red dress. The color was rich, but with a touch, soft as a feather. Her neckline was a bit revealing, her bosom pushed upwards and accentuating her neckline, the trim covered in detailed gold features. Her waist was sealed with a gold belt, similar style of her bustline. Her hair was braided eccentrically, fading down her back ever elegant. Her braided hair was common for her, but within it beads of gold braided along with it. To top her outfit, Elohari wore a tiara of sorts. Decorated in gold leafery, it hung downwards onto her forehead.
Her eyes moved around the room as she stepped hesitantly into it. Her nervous complexion shifted to relaxing posture. She melted into the scenery, enjoying the beauty of the room. Decorated with matching hues, but it was a general size of the room that caught Elohari off guard. It was such a massive size, the ceiling coated in what appeared to her, a painting. The walls decorated in fine gold, genuine gold. It was a beautiful sight.
Taking it all in, Elohari finally glanced around the room in search of her love. Students had gathered in a rather large number at this point, Professors were scattered about. Taking another sharp inhale, Elohari began to move about, in hopes to find who she was looking for. After a few moments, she caught eyes of him. Her cheeks flushed, giving her a glow. Here he was dressed in his best, matching her. She was quite surprised to see that, figuring it was a joke... Her calm expression turned to a delightful one, a soft smile to her face.
Walking up to him, Elohari was in awe of his presence. He seemed confident tonight, she was glad. As she drew close, it seemed Gannon had a flush to him as well... Did he see her already? Elohari was rather sure he hadn't... Was everything alright? Within earshot, Elohari spoke up to the group "Gannon," Her eyes lightened up, a strong smile on her glowing cheeks. "Lerato, Patrick, and the lovely Fiona." Her eyes moved to the rest in a discussion. "You all look delightful..." Her eyes moved back to Gannon, lingering there.
Fiona's face went red as the pair complimented her, fidgeting with her hair in a poor attempt to cover the cheesy grin that had formed on her face. "Th-thanks Patrick, Sir Noble... Y-you both look great yourselves." She responds in her usual, stutter-filled way. Almost on instinct though, she'd steadily move closer to Patrick just so she's near somebody she at least knows, hopefully he doesn't mind her following around for a bit.
Fiona's attention turned to the voice of the Diviner Professor as she'd approach the small group, she gave a shy smile to the woman and spoke up. "I-I really appreciate your help today, Professor Mehra..!" Her cheerful voice surfacing for just a second. For the time being, Fiona just stood near her ginger classmate and observed the group conversation in silence.
Willow had stayed mostly quiet throughout combat, as it was mostly a free day as to not tire or dirty the students of the class. Soon enough, Faust had dismissed class, and everyone was on their way to the gala. Willow had left promptly, wanting to make it to the gala as early as possible in order to eavesdrop on enjoy the gala.
She smelt it before she was there. Mouth watering scents filled her nostrils as she approached the ballroom, and soft music trickled out of the room as she got closer. She entered the room as quietly as possible, attempting to keep her boots from clacking on the hard floor.
[ Enter Willow from Beginner's Combat to the Event Ball Room ]
Willow's lips parted slightly in once she saw what the Academy's gala had in store for the students and staff attending. The tables were set with mouth watering appetizers, and Willow could smell the alluring aromas of dinner wafting out from the kitchen, where chefs were hard at work. Many people had already clustered in groups to chat with, or had already joined with their partners, as most people had a date to the gala. Though the deceptive Celebrar only had one plan for the evening, and that was to eavesdrop. So much would be discussed at an event such as this, where friends and associates would be around eachother enough to let something slip. Alcohol was being served to those who were of age, and Willow knew that if a professor got drunk they would be unable to stop themselves from saying anything confidential or incriminating. She realized she was loitering, so she began to walk around, trying to listen into people's conversations.
Only then she noticed her roommate. From the events of yesterday, Willow assumed Lelyna would be wearing a moderate dress at best, but how wrong she was. Willow's jaw slackened as she looked at Lelyna, The dark red dress was beautiful on the girl, going perfectly with her jet back hair. She stood with her date, Mikhail, who was incredibly dull compared to his companion. Willow snapped her jaw shut and attempted to avert her eyes from the pair, as not to be thrown into a pit of jealously, but she inadvertently kept Lelyna in at the edge of her vision. Willow tried to focus on the voices of the people who were making small talk around the room. She would've greeted Mr. Isaacs, but he seemed to be busy with her Knit Professor.
A group including a Branwen-less Patrick and a Brageet-less Professor- or Mr. Noble caught her eye. They seemed to be chatting about something, and Willow was bought when she saw Professor Sanchez in the group. Being Mr. Noble's ex, Willow was sure there would be gossip to be had, especially with the bird-owning Court Mage's new girlfriend around. Willow went to the nearest table to them, and strained her ears to listen in to what the group was saying.
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⋉⋊ 𝔚𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢: The Gala (Ballroom) ⋉⋊ 𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥: Elohari, Gannon, Lerato, Patrick,, and many more. ⋉⋊ 𝔒𝔲𝔱𝔣𝔦𝔱: Simple ⋉⋊ 𝔗𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰: "What shall they discuss?" ⋉⋊ ℭ𝔞𝔯𝔯𝔶𝔦𝔫𝔤: Nothing currently. ⋉⋊ 𝔐𝔬𝔬𝔡: Curious as always. ⋉⋊ 𝔬𝔬𝔠: Yay new format~ ⋉⋊
Spending a good amount of his time studying the sky above, he almost didn’t hear the carriage in the distance. The male couldn’t help but start to feel impatient. It wasn’t that he minded waiting for Lelyna, he’d wait endlessly for her. It was just the fact that he wished to see her. It was odd for him to not at least catch a glimpse of her. At the sound of an approaching carriage, his head looked in that direction as he narrowed his eyes. It had gone through a roundabout before stopping just a bit away from him. He folded his arms and kept his gaze on the carriage, waiting for someone to come out. The moment he saw Kayl, the prince’s eyes widened as he removed his back from the wall. Alright, there was his best friend, but where was Lelyna? His question was soon answered when Kayl began to help a certain someone out of the carriage.
It was as if time had slowed its pace. Mikhail’s arms dropped to his sides as he stared at the sight before him. There was his dear Lelyna, looking as radiant and as gorgeous as a newly blossomed rose. He had never seen someone so stunning. The prince had encountered many people and many things. Lelyna, however, was the most magnificent. She put everything that he had thought to be lovely to shame. His eyes softened as her and Kayl approached him. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t seem to tear his gaze away from her. If the prince was being honest, that was probably the very last thing he wanted to do in the first place. As Kayl whispered something toward Lelyna, Mikhail was brought back to reality. He began to make his way over to the two. Due to him still being in a trance, his movements were on the slower side in fear of losing his balance.
Mikhail watched as Kayl let go of Lelyna’s hand and approached him. The devilish grin on the male’s face cause the prince to raise a brow and smirk. Words could never express how grateful he was to have Kayl. The enhancer moved to pat Kayl’s shoulder in return and gave him a look. The look he gave hopefully let Kayl know that they weren’t done, and that Mikhail was thankful. Smiling at his dear friend, he watched him walk off and go on his way. It was slightly disappointing that Kayl wouldn’t be attending the gala. But of course, they were the same in the fact that they weren’t exactly fans of events like these. Shaking his head with a smile, he turned his attention back to Lelyna. With a light blush, he approached her and cleared his throat.
Now that they were alone, he had no idea what to do. The words still could not be formed. The beauty of Lelyna was still distracting him and messing with his mind. As she asked how she looked, he took a breath and wrapped an arm around her waist, bringing her close. ”You are the most gorgeous and brilliant sight that my two eyes have ever been blessed to gaze upon. You seemed to have taken my breath and my words away. Then again, you always do. You’ve always been so dazzling… Tonight… the stars shine for you.” Leaning down, he placed a kiss on her lips before pulling away. ”Let us head inside, or would you like to stay out for a moment longer?” The prince guided her toward the entrance, wanting to make sure that she enjoyed her night.
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Taking another sip of the champagne in his hand, he handed the glass back to Elijah. A light blush found its way to his cheeks as Elijah began to compliment him. He still wasn’t sure how to handle such kind words. Especially when they came from his beloved. It meant that each word meant much more. Clearing his throat, he began to listen to how Elijah had been doing. It was always nice to hear that he was doing very well. He wouldn’t want anything less. He found himself smiling slightly at the librarian’s compliment. ”I would say that the same goes for me. I’m usually not to sure about events like these. I normally prefer skipping out and reading a book or doing something else. But, I know that having you with me will make this night remarkable. Being with you and having you by my side makes everything worth it…”
Looking away, he held his lover close with a blush, slightly embarrassed by the compliments that he had to share. Pausing for a moment, he thought of something and smirked. Leaning near Elijah’s ear, he wanted to make sure the next words he said were only for him to hear. ”Of course I’ll make it a night you won’t forget. In more ways than one. But, that is, if you’ll allow me to do so later on tonight.” Moving away from his ear, he rubbed his back gently then glanced around the ballroom. ”I wouldn’t mind dancing with you tonight. We can do so more than once. I’m feeling in a completely different mood tonight. Don’t know if it is a good thing or a bad thing yet~” With a slight chuckle, he let Elijah rest his head on his shoulder
The celebrar caught sight of someone waving from a distance. He looked over to see a certain bunny waving toward him and Elijah. With the smallest of smiles, he nodded in acknowledgement and gave a wave of his hand at Fidal. The male was a friend of Elijah. He was definitely a kind and enjoyable individual. Ezra looked down toward Elijah and kissed the crown of his head. ”What shall we do first?”
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tablocation event area | status : single and unavailable | mood : definitely excited, also internally anxious | company : everyone within his vicinity throughout the post | outfit : for the gala, hair braided | profile: : x | OOC :
Hearing that Gannon was at least making an effort was enough to make Lerato happy, though still, the nagging feeling was still settling at the back of his head like a monster wanting to feed on his thoughts. It was only when the advisor came by, surprising him from behind with the hug, that he was snapped out. Lerato yet out a yelp at that. "H-hey! At least warn me about this!" he blurted, an embarrassed blush coating his face due to Sera's slight playfulness. Nonetheless, the question about his condition was something he was internally glad about."Well... not completely okay, but less worse than before, I suppose." In fact, there was still the talk about the journal but that was something that shouldn't be disclosed to the public. Then, Elohari showed up, also looking dressed for the moment, and the court mage had the urge to wolf whistle but resisted, so he went on with another compliment instead.
"That's legitimately mindblowing, Elohari," he spoke at the sight of the Diviner professor's clothing, but also, he took a small glance at the table, noticing Willow who had been absent from his sight for a long while. This time, however, he chose to ignore her for the time being as he had to talk about something else, the main reason why he had to show up at the Gala. He lifted up his clarinet case a bit. "By the way, I have something coming up for the stage. Will it be okay if I perform?" Though the plans have changed, at least his desire to play would still remain.
