The dress Marika is wearing 400+.
Well, a celebration was not something a Russo easily passed on, especially not something so important for the pack. Marika wouldn't be one to let anyone down, but it was hard deciding what to do with herself. A full day of hunting in Halifax and she had found a dress. It was by no means something she would ever wear again, but this was different. This time, her usual attire would not be sufficient. As word travelled in any pack, there were rumours that someone did a great job for dresses and tuxedos, but Marika was still unsure. Her own skills were enough to mend and alter clothes for things like tails and ears. For tonight, it would do. Her hands were shaking as she left the house and she felt once more the loss of her belt. It would not go with the dress and only hamper her. Her gait was unsteady and her stomach full of butterflies. As such, she became quite annoyed with herself, as she realised how much of a child she was.
“Stupid girl,” she muttered to herself before the doors to the hotel. Vigilante would be there, as would Rurik. There was nothing to fear. Taking a deep breath, she stepped into the light and was welcomed by the heat of the room and the chatter of different conversations. She could see Vigilante with some wolves she barely recognised from the meeting, along with Rurik some way off. Her pan pipes felt silly in her hand and she wished she could hide them away somewhere. The cool breeze of the outside world was at her back and once more, Marika felt the need to run. She could leave. She could just vanish. But then, as always, she would be a coward and miss out something as harmless as a party. “What would your family think of you?”
It was to her family that her gaze now turned and she made her decision. She wouldn't simply butt into conversation, but letting them know she was there would be for the best. With new purpose, she walked towards Rurik, a smile on her face. There was a slight swagger in her hips, too, as she moved, denoting her joy at being there, a walk that mirrored dancing more than anything. Indeed, why was no one dancing? Touching Rurik lightly on the arm, she flashed him a smile and said quietly, “I hope you are enjoying yourself. When will there be dancing?” Everyone looked so elegant, that it made her want to go and look into a mirror again. She had never known herself to be so vain and in a way, it almost bothered her. However, Marika was here to enjoy herself, drink and dance, so with a quick brush of her hand through her hair, all her miserable thoughts went away and were once again replaced with excitement.
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