To say that Mjrn was out of her element was an understatement. There were celebrations in the Wood, to be sure, but they were far simpler and more intimate than this grand gathering for Alexandria's queen. Even the sprawling festival preceding this event could not compare to the splendor before her. It was amazing...and frightening.
Mjrn tried not to gape, but it was difficult. The palace ballroom was beyond anything she had ever seen before, and the combined effect of regalia, flowers, draperies and so on was intoxicating. She felt rather small and insignificant by comparison, suddenly fearful that all her careful preparation was perhaps not enough. Many nobles were in attire far more elaborate and she suddenly wondered if her attempt at hume attire was not enough.
The young Viera was clad in a long gown (http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y164/evilhippygoddess/hm4_1_19_1_big.jpg?t=1256021045) of silver and white, a sharp contrast to her dark skin and complimenting her bright hair. She was slightly regretful that said hair was too short to style in any elaborate way, and the seed for thoughts of growing her hair as Fran and Jote did took root. The dress was far more clothing than Mjrn had ever worn in her life, and she felt a little confined as a result, but at least she could now move around in it without tripping. That was an accomplishment in and of itself.
She took a deep breath, making an effort to seem less self-conscious and more graceful than she felt. Time would tell if that effort had any success.
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Date: 2009-10-23 08:12 am (UTC)Mjrn tried not to gape, but it was difficult. The palace ballroom was beyond anything she had ever seen before, and the combined effect of regalia, flowers, draperies and so on was intoxicating. She felt rather small and insignificant by comparison, suddenly fearful that all her careful preparation was perhaps not enough. Many nobles were in attire far more elaborate and she suddenly wondered if her attempt at hume attire was not enough.
The young Viera was clad in a long gown (http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y164/evilhippygoddess/hm4_1_19_1_big.jpg?t=1256021045) of silver and white, a sharp contrast to her dark skin and complimenting her bright hair. She was slightly regretful that said hair was too short to style in any elaborate way, and the seed for thoughts of growing her hair as Fran and Jote did took root. The dress was far more clothing than Mjrn had ever worn in her life, and she felt a little confined as a result, but at least she could now move around in it without tripping. That was an accomplishment in and of itself.
She took a deep breath, making an effort to seem less self-conscious and more graceful than she felt. Time would tell if that effort had any success.