She couldn't think, couldn't breath...Delia swayed and stumbled through the crowd, brushing past the laughing, drunk courtiers. A girl in pale blue swung her around, landing a kiss on her mouth before releasing her. Shaking her head, Delia almost ran outside, ripping her mask off. Leaning against the wall, she breathed deeply. It was winter, with snow on the ground, but she wasn't cold. Just pleasantly cool. She let her head fall forward, and put the mask back on. Turning to go inside, she paused. There was a flash of red hair and, almost without thinking, Delia lifted her skirts and walked down the steps to the gravel path.
The green-eyed girl caught up with Alanna by the rose bushes, and her breath caught again. The moonlight fell on the squire, making the silver trim and mask glow. Beautiful, mysterious...
Delia just stood there, watching with eyes hidden by her mask and wondering what in the name of the Mother was she doing...
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Date: 2005-01-07 04:05 pm (UTC)The green-eyed girl caught up with Alanna by the rose bushes, and her breath caught again. The moonlight fell on the squire, making the silver trim and mask glow. Beautiful, mysterious...
Delia just stood there, watching with eyes hidden by her mask and wondering what in the name of the Mother was she doing...