[indent][indent][indent] [table] [row] [sup][h3][b][color=2e2c2c] ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ [right]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[/right][/color] [/b][/h3][/sup] [/row][row] [cell][color=2e2c2c]______________________________________[/color] [right] [img]https://i.imgur.com/APBPtSU.png[/img] [/right] [/cell][cell] [color=2e2c2c]__________________________________________________[/color] [color=2e2c2c]__________________________________________________[/color] [sup][h2][center] [color=BLACK][sub]S H E H Z A D I N A H I R K A D I R[/sub][/color] [color=904342][sub]S H E H Z A D I N A H I R K A D I R[/sub][/color][center][sub][sub][url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6f/e4/ac/6fe4accf920ca0a89a4e1b05007ae6ed.jpg][i][sub] dress ♛[/sub][/i][/url][url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/2d/9c/c1/2d9cc185aba4a21bc5bc5841802aefa7.jpg][i][sub] hair ♛[/sub][/i][/url][url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/af/8d/ed/af8ded13473acf74e0ea17f36eca2a21.jpg][i][sub] mask [/sub][/i][/url] [/sub][/sub] [/center] [/center] [/h2][/sup] [center][color=silver][sub]D A M I E N E S T A T E , E V E N I N G [/sub][/color][/center] [center][color=gray][sub][sub]I N T E R A C T I O N S : Riona - [@JJ Doe] [/sub][/sub][/color][/center] [center][color=gray][sub][sub]M E N T I O N S : Layla [@Potter] [/sub][/sub][/color][/center] [/cell][/row][/table] [/indent][/indent][/indent] [indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][img]https://i.imgur.com/yizZnOk.png[/img] [/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent] [indent][indent][color=gray] [color=904342][i]If I had known this masquerade ball would be this boring, I would have gone to the little festival.[/i][/color] Nahir thought as she continued to make her rounds around the hall. There were a few familiar frames scattered around. She’d recognize Lord Smithwood’s broad shoulders under any mask– though she had to admit the whole lion shtick was quite cute. Next to him was who she presumed to be, Lady Vikena. Her smile bent downwards at the sight of her. Nahir had read the report Lady Suhani had provided of her sister’s awful attitude on the beach. Why was Layla so pent up on ruining every interaction she had with the Vikenas? It almost seemed like Layla was obsessed with wasting her time and energy, making their lives hell. Nahir wouldn’t be surprised if she were sent away before the summer ended, just as Mayet had. [color=904342][I]Whatever, she can ruin her chances.[/i][/color] Even better yet, with Layla gone, she’d only have to worry about Farim. Their little sneaky charming cousin. She wondered if he was having fun with the Varians and Caesonians prancing around the woods half-naked. At least he had a better view than she did. After successfully acquiring a flute of champagne, Nahir made her way to the dance floor, where she intended to find someone decent to dance with. Instead, she found a fawn struggling to walk upright on her own two feet. Nahir couldn’t help but snort at the woman’s pathetic attempts to drag one foot in front of the door. It was plain as day that she wasn’t used to such shoes or clothes. But Nahir was feeling charitable, and it seemed like the night would go uneventfully if she did not create her own entertainment. Nahir made her way to the woman with confident strides, hips swaying side to side in an almost playful manner. [color=904342]“Excuse me, my lady, what lovely dress you have there.”[/color] Her voice was soft and so sweet it almost felt not her own. Nahir offered her free to the woman and leaned in so no one close would hear her. [color=904342]“Trouble with the shoes? I wouldn't want such a beauty to trip in the middle of a ball.”[/color] There was no point in embarrassing the lady so early in the night. [/color][/indent][/indent]