Aria Adonia Calista Syviis
Aria stared up at the castle entrance, her eyes narrowing slightly through the slits in her black masquerade mask. Her carriage was coming to a rolling halt, as she was the second or third in line to the entrance. Of course, her father had picked black horses to accompany the carriage, and of course her mother had insisted on a very light red coloring for the inside of the coach.
Aria really could have cared less about those things.
Didn't her parents get that she was to be officially engaged to a prince today? She was a bit excited at the prospect of it all, sure. But were her parents? Or did they only care about the presentation of it all?
Aria looked down at her dress; a bit sheer in areas that maybe should have been covered with darker fabric. Obviously they cared about the presentation. But Aria shook her head with a small chuckle - they also cared about her, and her happiness, and she knew it.
"Are you sure that you're going to go through with this?", her father had asked her while she was getting ready. She had touched her wavy red hair as she stared at her reflection in the vanity mirror. "Yes. I will. Don't worry yourself..." she had answered, a small smile finding its way to her face.
And now, here she was. Just outside the doors to the palace - her coach had pulled up while she was thinking, and the footman was helping her out of the door of the carriage. It still felt a little surreal to her, but the girl had yet to put her guard down. She had never been to a party of this calibre, especially one that involved her being engaged to someone she had never met, and never even known the name of.
"It could be anyone..." she muttered to herself as she stepped into the ballroom, finally inside. And her eyes found themselves once again narrowing slightly as she inspected the large crowd around her. Well, there was no luck of finding out who it was before the engagement announcements, so she figured she might as well not bother. She might a well have some fun before hand.
A pleased smirk found itself crawling up on her face, and she pushed through into the crowd, not even bothering to care where she was going. Might as well find something to do, she figured. With a muttering of a Haiku, she touched her finger to her dress, almost instantly brightening it up with sparkles that seemed almost alive as she made her way towards the center of the room.
"Spring rain is coming.
The droplets glitter freely
in the midday sun."
A few cast glances in her direction, and a few gave her confused looks. A few smiled. A few simply stared. But she payed them no mind. The music in the room was already getting to the Canción side of her; she showed her approval by lightly humming along as she found the refreshment table. Deciding thats where her trip was to take her, she picked up a glass of ice water, and sipped it, immediately feeling the cool rush of liquid in the semi-warm room.
Her thoughts soon returned to that of her future fiance. 'A prince...' she mused. 'He's probably got a stick up his butt or something. Here's to hoping he's an exception.'
Aria stared up at the castle entrance, her eyes narrowing slightly through the slits in her black masquerade mask. Her carriage was coming to a rolling halt, as she was the second or third in line to the entrance. Of course, her father had picked black horses to accompany the carriage, and of course her mother had insisted on a very light red coloring for the inside of the coach.
Aria really could have cared less about those things.
Didn't her parents get that she was to be officially engaged to a prince today? She was a bit excited at the prospect of it all, sure. But were her parents? Or did they only care about the presentation of it all?
Aria looked down at her dress; a bit sheer in areas that maybe should have been covered with darker fabric. Obviously they cared about the presentation. But Aria shook her head with a small chuckle - they also cared about her, and her happiness, and she knew it.
"Are you sure that you're going to go through with this?", her father had asked her while she was getting ready. She had touched her wavy red hair as she stared at her reflection in the vanity mirror. "Yes. I will. Don't worry yourself..." she had answered, a small smile finding its way to her face.
And now, here she was. Just outside the doors to the palace - her coach had pulled up while she was thinking, and the footman was helping her out of the door of the carriage. It still felt a little surreal to her, but the girl had yet to put her guard down. She had never been to a party of this calibre, especially one that involved her being engaged to someone she had never met, and never even known the name of.
"It could be anyone..." she muttered to herself as she stepped into the ballroom, finally inside. And her eyes found themselves once again narrowing slightly as she inspected the large crowd around her. Well, there was no luck of finding out who it was before the engagement announcements, so she figured she might as well not bother. She might a well have some fun before hand.
A pleased smirk found itself crawling up on her face, and she pushed through into the crowd, not even bothering to care where she was going. Might as well find something to do, she figured. With a muttering of a Haiku, she touched her finger to her dress, almost instantly brightening it up with sparkles that seemed almost alive as she made her way towards the center of the room.
"Spring rain is coming.
The droplets glitter freely
in the midday sun."
A few cast glances in her direction, and a few gave her confused looks. A few smiled. A few simply stared. But she payed them no mind. The music in the room was already getting to the Canción side of her; she showed her approval by lightly humming along as she found the refreshment table. Deciding thats where her trip was to take her, she picked up a glass of ice water, and sipped it, immediately feeling the cool rush of liquid in the semi-warm room.
Her thoughts soon returned to that of her future fiance. 'A prince...' she mused. 'He's probably got a stick up his butt or something. Here's to hoping he's an exception.'