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Interactions: [@heartfillia] crystal
Location: Pancake Central

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"I would be a benevolent god."[/color][/b] She fanned her own loud words on this beautiful day, a silken fan whose ribbons matched those of her hat. The park had plenty of goers that would bear witness to her new change in hair, though it would probably only be those versed in the fashion community that would be shocked. Oh, how Priscilla loved her hair! It was a relic! And she had curled it yesterday in beautiful waves to bless these hungered masses and the eyes of her (few) friends and (zero?) public admirerers! The morning would be a vicious hunt for one of the fiercest girls in the city to find out everything that had happened the night before. Hopefully, no one had fun and [i]died[/i] of boredom in her absence.

Her maid held a parasol at a suitable height above her head since Prissy just had to catch up on the latest newspaper that came out. [color=f6989d][b]"Everything would have gone swimmingly. If I could make mountains then Caesonia would have it all-- and of course, I would have it that women can be in charge of everything everything everything and that milk chocolate grew on trees."[/b][/color] If one asked for input from her attendants, they would all agree that they found more annoyance in an annoyed Priscilla than an angered one. Her annoyance only resulted in verbal, unending tangents while true anger directed her to quieter, more productive actions.

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"Very exciting My Lady, the festivities should be in full swing soon." [/i]See, her attendants understood to read underneath her outlandish remarks and saw what she truly had to say. Priscilla's scrunched face lifted into a spry smirk for a moment.

Perhaps with it being her first ball, Crystal would have absorbed every bit of it and would paint a picture with words over a bite. She assumed Crystal had still gone. If it were not for Priscilla having to delegate most of her office work to others and finish up her current projects before the social season, she would have insisted on traveling out to meet her and dress her and prepare her! That poor girl, she did not know that she still had yet to be dressed to the nines by the great Priscilla, a benevolent god of everything beautiful.

For example, it is only breakfast....but Priscilla looks [i]wonderful[/i]. Dressed to compliment and be wrapped in gentle breezes and morning sunshine, she's a picture of peachiness. [b][color=f6989d]"You are absolutely correct Marabeth! And Alidasht is in attendance-- imagine if they love me. I already sense the future trade opportunities, and who here knows where to find quality goods and the right people to facilitate it if not me?"[/color][/b] It is a better thought than recognizing her unfortunate marriage self-sabotaged marriage prospects. She did not wear anyone up and coming since she would be at Petunia Cooper's event later, and thus while the focus stayed on her clothes, Priscilla had enough information on her new collection so she wore some new gold pieces of jewelry from her ears to her ankles that would go with what the designer put on the rack. Really, an outfit is only complete with an accessory.

And there is a perfect person to appear within her perfect, flowing lacy dress. That person is just somewhere behind all...all the mighty fit people. [color=f6989d][b]"...is that my Lady Crystal?"[/b][/color] it had been many months since they met in person, but there's something about a giant muscular bearded man that leaves something to be remembered. Priscilla held up a gloved hand, crumpling up a newspaper thoroughly read and remembered in the other hand. Her crisp, new slippers rung louder taps against the pavement as she picked up the pace, but quickly slowed down so that Crystal's bodyguards would not glare at her.