[center][h2]A Dance for the Guests[/h2][/center]
[center][i]lovely complex[/i][/center]
[center]Rini, Calder Dylan [@Tracyarmav], Shiba [@Jangel13], Et. al.[/center]
[center]Day 3, Evening.[/center][hr][hr]
“[color=tomato]Oh! I didn’t know that.[/color]” Rini responded to Calder’s advice with a nod. Superstitions were such an odd thing. The woman wondered to herself where the root of such an omen came from. Her bubbly expression immediately switched to being puzzled, when a random thought popped in her head, “[color=tomato]What… what if it’s a woman’s...BLOODY… time, is it still bad luck?[/color]” The obvious topic that Little Red was mentioning was that time of the month that every female creature that could give birth absolutely dreaded. Rini didn’t as much, since she was use to losing blood all the time!

As Mr. Calder chatted with Shiba, the White Dove looked at the tray of assorted food. Her little fingers dug into the mountain of food in search of what Mr. Calder had said would be a good ink like substance. A roll of bread fell on the floor and within time, she did indeed find berries. The purple loot was resting beside a tiny cooked meat leg. Before she accomplished her main quest, Rini grabbed the honey glazed leg and ate it ferociously. Being detached from society has made the pale skinned woman quite unpolished. 

Her intentions weren't meant to be rude. When Little Red sets her mind on something, her goal is to accomplish it at all cost-- even if things got messy. Once all the meat was cleaned off the bone, she threw it behind her. The cartilage flew into someone’s alcoholic beverage, a table behind them. Satisfied with the delicacy she had just eaten, but still preferring squirrel over extravagant things, her attention returned to the succulent berries. 

Picking up the fruit with ease and with greasy hands, Rini placed it gently on the table. Her candy apple orbs stared at the fruit for a minute or two, contemplating her next actions. After a brief moment of silence, she brought her right fist up high in the air. Then, without further ado, Little Red fervently dropped her clenched hand onto the table, smashing the berries with a thunderous strike.

[i]Bang, bang, bang![/i]

This ultimately created a pool of juices that made a trail on the clothed surface. Most likely staining the expensive fabric. Along with the pool of vibrant purple, berry juice had splattered all over the place and the woman had even gotten some on her porcelain face. Licking her lips, she grinned at the pleasant taste, “[color=tomato]Yummy![/color]” 

Using her finger as a utensil, the White Dove dabbed the tip of her nail in the tiny puddle and went to her napkin envelope. With surprisingly charming handwriting, she wrote: [i]Rini’s gift for you[/i].

With a gleam of accomplishment, she looked up at her two companions and beamed her adorable, dimpled smile, “[color=tomato]What did you guys get Mr. and Mrs. Shard!?[/color]” However, the moment the question was brought up her attention went to the stage. Like a child watching a magic show, Rini watched the musician prepare for her set conjuring up totems and looking elegant in her blue dress. 

“[color=tomato]So coool~[/color]” Unfortunately, some tall people went in front of her vision... blocking the violinist. Grabbing a napkin off the table, Rini quickly cleaned herself off, dropped the cloth on the floor, and then stood on her chair so that she may see the lady over the tall people. If only she was the height of Mr. Calder, this would not be a dilemma. Her wedding gift was resting in the grasp of her left hand as she tiptoed on the chair.