The Lady Caesennia Othos, a last name granted to her by someone of much higher authority, was the only one of that name. A loner, who raised through the ranks solely because she developed magic. Nature magic, at that, which landed her in lessons whenever she had a free moment.
She had never been to a ball before, but she knew how to dress for a ball. How often she had helped the mistresses of House Obsidian prepare? It hadn't been her usual job, true, she'd been a cleaner until recently. And now, enrolled as a Lady-in-Waiting for one of the Obsidian ladies. The sense of familiarity helped her not feel so skittish, though she knew she was not quite ready to debut upon society.
But the idea that she had the right to be at this ball... was enough to draw her from her humble lodgings. The nation had provided her with a simple home, and starter funds, as well as ensuring she kept a more appropriate job within the house that had owned her. She wasn't certain if that was meant to cause her to fail, or to help her. But sometimes it felt like she was meant to fail.
She had come alone; she still knew no-one in the higher ranks of the societal hierarchy, save for her employer. How quaint; to think of Lady Obsidian as her employer, and not her owner—
Casey found a place in a corner to stand, sipping something alcoholic (a terrible choice on her part, as she's never had even a nip of alcohol before, and the look on her face says she dislikes the drink). She doesn't stop sipping it though, because it's what they handed her. And she has not yet mastered the ability to ask for something else; another new right that she had recently acquired.
She had never been to a ball before, but she knew how to dress for a ball. How often she had helped the mistresses of House Obsidian prepare? It hadn't been her usual job, true, she'd been a cleaner until recently. And now, enrolled as a Lady-in-Waiting for one of the Obsidian ladies. The sense of familiarity helped her not feel so skittish, though she knew she was not quite ready to debut upon society.
But the idea that she had the right to be at this ball... was enough to draw her from her humble lodgings. The nation had provided her with a simple home, and starter funds, as well as ensuring she kept a more appropriate job within the house that had owned her. She wasn't certain if that was meant to cause her to fail, or to help her. But sometimes it felt like she was meant to fail.
She had come alone; she still knew no-one in the higher ranks of the societal hierarchy, save for her employer. How quaint; to think of Lady Obsidian as her employer, and not her owner—
Casey found a place in a corner to stand, sipping something alcoholic (a terrible choice on her part, as she's never had even a nip of alcohol before, and the look on her face says she dislikes the drink). She doesn't stop sipping it though, because it's what they handed her. And she has not yet mastered the ability to ask for something else; another new right that she had recently acquired.
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