Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2016 22:59:06 GMT -5
Blue eyes danced over those in attendance at the ball as a goblet of champagne dangled in her hand. In the past, she had always enjoyed herself at these types of parties, but now such a dance was just another battleground. Bringing the goblet up to her lips the woman took a long drink while trying to remind herself that she at least try to have a good time this evening. As Deina had said the Countess needed a break from all of the stress, and she had made significant progress with the royal family. This ought to be a night for Tamara to celebrate, but for some reason, she still felt a bit hollow. Plans were still left undone, mysteries unsolved, and business was unfinished. The Countesses work in the capital, unfortunately, was far from over even if she had won some key battles.
Finishing off the glass the woman moved from her spot at the wall in order to search for a servant to switch out her empty glass. The gold and bronze fabric of her dress flowed out behind the woman, demanding those gathered about to step aside for the Valkyrie. The dress had been a costume long of Tamara’s own design although she never truly thought such an opportunity would arise for her to commission it. She was grateful however the gown made the woman feel a sense of power and gave the nineteen-year-old an even more commanding presence. It in an odd way gave the girl a sense of unearthly power, although perhaps some of her own arrogance mixed with drink gave way to that notion.
Finally reaching one of the servants the nineteen offered the man a brief smile before going to wordlessly place the empty glass on the tray while swapping it out for a full one. Perhaps the woman had ought to have been more patient to wait for someone to come to her, but Tamara wasn’t really known for such virtues.
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Finishing off the glass the woman moved from her spot at the wall in order to search for a servant to switch out her empty glass. The gold and bronze fabric of her dress flowed out behind the woman, demanding those gathered about to step aside for the Valkyrie. The dress had been a costume long of Tamara’s own design although she never truly thought such an opportunity would arise for her to commission it. She was grateful however the gown made the woman feel a sense of power and gave the nineteen-year-old an even more commanding presence. It in an odd way gave the girl a sense of unearthly power, although perhaps some of her own arrogance mixed with drink gave way to that notion.
Finally reaching one of the servants the nineteen offered the man a brief smile before going to wordlessly place the empty glass on the tray while swapping it out for a full one. Perhaps the woman had ought to have been more patient to wait for someone to come to her, but Tamara wasn’t really known for such virtues.
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