Alura looks up at the girl dressed in dark colours.  She looked beautiful, and it made Alura feel inadequate.  [color=7bcdc8][b]"Alura,"[/b][/color] she says softly.  [color=7bcdc8][b]"It's nice to meet you, Azaria."[/b][/color]  She gently brushed her hands down her [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/07/84/31/078431622e95489cc8f244816a562896.jpg]dress[/url], and briefly up to make sure her [url=https://img0.etsystatic.com/030/0/5944904/il_570xN.509989338_a14f.jpg]mask[/url] was still secured, before taking Azaria's extended hand.

She had felt a little panicked, when she had realised Azaria had wanted to talk to her, and a little insecure as well.  What would this girl be like?  Would she be snobby, or would she be nice?  Would she be a good friend to make?  [color=7bcdc8][b]"Were you sponsored, Azaria?"[/b][/color] She asks, smiling warmly at the girl, as she hid her panic... or she hoped she did.  This was the very first time she'd been to such a formal event, with such an expensive dress.  She just hoped she didn't ruin everything.  After all, she was quite clumsy.