Post by Emmeline Barham on Feb 12, 2021 7:47:36 GMT
Emmeline was as nervous as a newborn filly, but she did well to hide it behind not only the mask she wore, but also by the other well placed mask she wore. She come with her family of course, her father would have his work cut out for him trying to find her a match this season. This would be the last one, and she hoped beyond anything, that she'd finally be able to get one that didn't have something wrong with him, or she could hopefully stand.
Was it hot in there? Breathe, breathe, breathe Emmeline. She told herself. Luckily, Lottie was the perfect distraction. She was glad when her friend showed up, looking as beautiful at ever, and Emmeline was thrilled and excited to see how her meeting with the infamous Mr. Crane went. She clung to Lottie just as fiercely as her friend clung to her as they listened to the speech, and it was too soon when Em had to see her off. "Oh, Lottie it'll be just fine. Enjoy him." She told her encouragingly. Smiling softly as she watched her friend go off in search.
She sighed, biting her lip for a moment, and knew she had to go mingle. She was afraid though. Emmeline Barham was one of the shyest people on the planet, and her greatest nemeses was small talk. She was more afraid of not finding a suitable match however, and forced herself to at least seem like she was enjoying herself.
Not even five minutes in, she was forced to meet someone her father had already picked up, but one sharp chirp from her mother and the poor young man was off. It went on like that for a few more moments as her parents began to bicker. "I'm going to go try some lemonade..." She said to no one in particular, and lightly grabbed the skirts of her dress before she made her way over to one of the drink tables. They all seemed to have some form of ice sculpture on it, and being a water mage, she was instantly curious. One was of an intricate bouquet of flowers, an another looked to be that of an hare, and the middle one looked to be of a mermaid.
Her blond head titled to the side curiously, as she approached the table. Taking one of the laid out cups of lavender lemonade. She sipped it, finding it fragrantly sweet, with a just a titch of that lemon tartness. She glanced around for a quick moment, making sure she wasn't being watched before she leaned forward a bit to examine the tail work. Her hand was outstretched, planning to run her fingers across it. Mentally already going through how she would have made the sculpture differently. Just as she was about to touch it, she was suddenly pumped into from behind, and her hand abruptly shoved the ice sculpture, causing it to begin to teeter on it's pedestal. Her eyes went even larger, as her mouth formed a large "o" shape, and she gasped as quickly put her lemonade down. She didn't think, she merely acted as she frantically moved around the table. "No no no!" She said in whispered horror. Her face was already turning bright red and she held her arms out as she slid a bit on the marble floor in her dance slippers. The sculpture was coming down, and she her only instinct was to catch it before it crashed to the floor and made more of a scene then necessary. She slipped however, her legs going out from under her as soon as the sculpture fell into her. "Oof!" She muttered, wrapping her arms protectively around it before as her and the sculpture went down behind the table.
Cillian Dunne
Was it hot in there? Breathe, breathe, breathe Emmeline. She told herself. Luckily, Lottie was the perfect distraction. She was glad when her friend showed up, looking as beautiful at ever, and Emmeline was thrilled and excited to see how her meeting with the infamous Mr. Crane went. She clung to Lottie just as fiercely as her friend clung to her as they listened to the speech, and it was too soon when Em had to see her off. "Oh, Lottie it'll be just fine. Enjoy him." She told her encouragingly. Smiling softly as she watched her friend go off in search.
She sighed, biting her lip for a moment, and knew she had to go mingle. She was afraid though. Emmeline Barham was one of the shyest people on the planet, and her greatest nemeses was small talk. She was more afraid of not finding a suitable match however, and forced herself to at least seem like she was enjoying herself.
Not even five minutes in, she was forced to meet someone her father had already picked up, but one sharp chirp from her mother and the poor young man was off. It went on like that for a few more moments as her parents began to bicker. "I'm going to go try some lemonade..." She said to no one in particular, and lightly grabbed the skirts of her dress before she made her way over to one of the drink tables. They all seemed to have some form of ice sculpture on it, and being a water mage, she was instantly curious. One was of an intricate bouquet of flowers, an another looked to be that of an hare, and the middle one looked to be of a mermaid.
Her blond head titled to the side curiously, as she approached the table. Taking one of the laid out cups of lavender lemonade. She sipped it, finding it fragrantly sweet, with a just a titch of that lemon tartness. She glanced around for a quick moment, making sure she wasn't being watched before she leaned forward a bit to examine the tail work. Her hand was outstretched, planning to run her fingers across it. Mentally already going through how she would have made the sculpture differently. Just as she was about to touch it, she was suddenly pumped into from behind, and her hand abruptly shoved the ice sculpture, causing it to begin to teeter on it's pedestal. Her eyes went even larger, as her mouth formed a large "o" shape, and she gasped as quickly put her lemonade down. She didn't think, she merely acted as she frantically moved around the table. "No no no!" She said in whispered horror. Her face was already turning bright red and she held her arms out as she slid a bit on the marble floor in her dance slippers. The sculpture was coming down, and she her only instinct was to catch it before it crashed to the floor and made more of a scene then necessary. She slipped however, her legs going out from under her as soon as the sculpture fell into her. "Oof!" She muttered, wrapping her arms protectively around it before as her and the sculpture went down behind the table.
Cillian Dunne
