Alanna could feel hundred of curious eyes watching her from behind colorful masks. Masquerades always made her cynical side rear its ugly head. The concept of combining anonymity and a Court ball completely baffled her. Most of these people lived to see and be seen, to flaunt their latest baubles or ensure that they had secured the most talented dressmaker in Corus. The young ladies were here to land husbands. How could they successfully show off their wares if their prey did not remember their face when next they met? Perhaps that is why so many attendees flashed their partners quick glimpses of their faces and conveniently lost their masks before the end of the evening. As she whirled Delia around to the starting position, Alanna rolled her eyes at the hypocrisy.
It was then that she realized they were alone on the floor.
Eyes narrowed, Alanna quickly found Jon in the crowd. She couldn't make out his features, but his shoulders were shaking with obvious mirth. Fine, let him have his fun. Smiling pleasantly, Alanna bowed low to Delia and waited the allotted amount of time before beginning the dance. No one else could see how tightly she clenched her teeth. Chin high, she raised both arms to the right and clapped sharply, the noise echoing through the eerily quiet ballroom.
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Date: 2005-01-06 05:59 pm (UTC)It was then that she realized they were alone on the floor.
Eyes narrowed, Alanna quickly found Jon in the crowd. She couldn't make out his features, but his shoulders were shaking with obvious mirth. Fine, let him have his fun. Smiling pleasantly, Alanna bowed low to Delia and waited the allotted amount of time before beginning the dance. No one else could see how tightly she clenched her teeth. Chin high, she raised both arms to the right and clapped sharply, the noise echoing through the eerily quiet ballroom.