Welcome The party truly is stunning. Even Dove herself seems a little surprised at the extravagance of it as she makes her entrance and stands by the directors while they welcome the crowd to the event. It’s obvious at first glance that she (or someone rather involved with her public image) has taken care to suit her attire to the occasion. In a gown of deep red, she certainly makes for a lovely statement piece among the cast, hair swept back into a simple low crown so only wisps of curls frame her face. A rose in a delicate sparkling mask of deep gold and diamonds, she keeps an elegant smile cast over the crowds until the directors wrap up their little speech. There’s an expected charming laugh, lost under the swell of the music when the musicians start up their piece, as she takes the arm of her escort to lead her down to the dance floor.
She’s never been more grateful for a mask in her life, and only hopes her own will hold up throughout the evening.
Photos At the start, she doesn’t seem at all phased by the flashing of lights here and there throughout the evening, though staying poised just in case seems to be taking more of a toll on her than usual. Not that it shows to a sweeping glance. It’s her job, after all, but she’s more than willing to pose with her friends or fans should any be in attendance. The Photo Booth is intriguing, and despite her more reserved disposition toward the beginning of the evening, she’s genuinely happy to please.
Dancing Silently wishing her gown wasn’t so elaborate, she watches the instructors teach those who approach and ask for a quick lesson. The laughter makes her grin as each person does their best, even as memories of her first ball dance alongside them.
While her dress is… a lot, she’s more than happy to accept any dance she’s offered. It’s instinctual, the way she moves, and perhaps the happiest one might catch her all evening.
Wandering/Auctions Glass of wine in hand, Dove can be caught peering over the items at the auction, a severely confused look on her face as she notes a few of the options, or simply wandering through the room, admiring the artistry of the costumes in reserved silence. Of course, should anyone catch her eye, they’ll be rewarded with a warm and inviting smile.
Gardens/Maze In need of quieter asylum, Dove retires to the gardens for a while, the moment she’s able to slip away unnoticed. For a bit, she simply lingers in the courtyard, finally letting down her guard and releasing the breath she’s held all night. When others make their way down to enjoy the site themselves, she disappears into the maze, a cloak of even deeper red wrapped about her shoulders to ward off the evening chill. For now, she’ll just enjoy the warmth of the lights and the calming effect of the glow about her. Absently, she’ll run her fingers along the hedge wall as she walks, leaving slowly blooming roses in her wake. An easy and harmless release of pent up emotion, she can only hope the gardeners won’t mind.
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The party truly is stunning. Even Dove herself seems a little surprised at the extravagance of it as she makes her entrance and stands by the directors while they welcome the crowd to the event. It’s obvious at first glance that she (or someone rather involved with her public image) has taken care to suit her attire to the occasion. In a gown of deep red, she certainly makes for a lovely statement piece among the cast, hair swept back into a simple low crown so only wisps of curls frame her face. A rose in a delicate sparkling mask of deep gold and diamonds, she keeps an elegant smile cast over the crowds until the directors wrap up their little speech. There’s an expected charming laugh, lost under the swell of the music when the musicians start up their piece, as she takes the arm of her escort to lead her down to the dance floor.
She’s never been more grateful for a mask in her life, and only hopes her own will hold up throughout the evening.
Photos
At the start, she doesn’t seem at all phased by the flashing of lights here and there throughout the evening, though staying poised just in case seems to be taking more of a toll on her than usual. Not that it shows to a sweeping glance. It’s her job, after all, but she’s more than willing to pose with her friends or fans should any be in attendance. The Photo Booth is intriguing, and despite her more reserved disposition toward the beginning of the evening, she’s genuinely happy to please.
Dancing
Silently wishing her gown wasn’t so elaborate, she watches the instructors teach those who approach and ask for a quick lesson. The laughter makes her grin as each person does their best, even as memories of her first ball dance alongside them.
While her dress is… a lot, she’s more than happy to accept any dance she’s offered. It’s instinctual, the way she moves, and perhaps the happiest one might catch her all evening.
Wandering/Auctions
Glass of wine in hand, Dove can be caught peering over the items at the auction, a severely confused look on her face as she notes a few of the options, or simply wandering through the room, admiring the artistry of the costumes in reserved silence.
Of course, should anyone catch her eye, they’ll be rewarded with a warm and inviting smile.
Gardens/Maze
In need of quieter asylum, Dove retires to the gardens for a while, the moment she’s able to slip away unnoticed. For a bit, she simply lingers in the courtyard, finally letting down her guard and releasing the breath she’s held all night. When others make their way down to enjoy the site themselves, she disappears into the maze, a cloak of even deeper red wrapped about her shoulders to ward off the evening chill. For now, she’ll just enjoy the warmth of the lights and the calming effect of the glow about her. Absently, she’ll run her fingers along the hedge wall as she walks, leaving slowly blooming roses in her wake. An easy and harmless release of pent up emotion, she can only hope the gardeners won’t mind.