table © Alaine
ooc: Alaine's dress is courtesy of the wonderful Gen! <3 <3
There was already a cluster of warm bodies in the ballroom. Alaine could see them from where she drifted in the doorway, her fingers knotting in the front of her dress and her emerald eyes curiously lighted with the longing of a young girl. She'd never been to a ball before; Heck, she'd never been to a party before. And here were all these people, these people she knew, all so pretty and happy.
She felt nervous, and awkward. It wasn't because of the dress, oh no - The dress was made by the paws of the very crafty Strel, and was a glorious dusky yellow in hue, with a sleek black cross-over halter neck and a black belt that cinched at her slim waist, accentuating the collie-woman's lithe and delicate figure. Oh no, the dress was perfect for this, perfect for dancing and twirling and enjoying one's self. It was her own self that did not match this scene.
The young healer's emerald eyes dimmed at the thought. Look at all those beautiful women! She did not deserve this gown, and she felt foolish, standing there at the corner of the activity. She should be doing something useful; helping in some way - If only they would put her to work, then she would be at ease! But instead, this was an opportunity to enjoy oneself, and Alaine was completely at a loss.
She slipped into the room, gingerly and silently, one ivory hand lifted to toy with her thick coppery ringlets.
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