To say that Lyric was overwhelmed at the idea of going to a ball so soon after arriving in Tevinter would be the understatement of the year. She was still wrapping her head around the fact that she’d finally come clean to Tiberius about everything with her parents and her family and he was taking it so well.
She thanked Tiberius as he helped her out of the carriage and went wide eyed as she entered. It was beautiful but also quite intimidating. She’d never gone to balls when she lived in Orlais, though she imagined they weren’t all that different, but she’d been too young when she’d been shipped off to the Circle in the Free Marches, and obviously mages were never invited to balls.
Lyric was dressed in a gown of shimmering silver, intricately embroidered with delicate white flowers. The gown hugged her petite frame, accentuating her slender waist before flaring out in a cascade of flowing fabric. Her hair, usually worn loose, was pulled up into an elegant chignon, a few stray curls escaping to frame her face. Her blue eyes, wide with awe and apprehension, took in the grandeur of the ballroom as she clung to Tiberius' arm, grateful for his familiar presence amidst the overwhelming spectacle.
She nodded as Tiberius said they should go say hello, so not only was this her first time in Tevinter, and her first ball ever, but she would be meeting the actual freaking Archon. She wanted this to go well for Tiberius, sure she didn’t know him as well as she’d like, but so far everything had been positive, at least after they’d gotten well away from her parents in Orlais.
She curtsied as Tiberius introduced her to the Archon, she wasn’t sure if that’s what she was supposed to do, but she couldn’t think of anything else to do either, she certainly couldn’t just stand there mouth agape like some child. She smiled a bit as Tiberius added that she was also from Starkhaven, the place she considered her true home.
@Tiberius Umbra
@Lyric Oatshield
She thanked Tiberius as he helped her out of the carriage and went wide eyed as she entered. It was beautiful but also quite intimidating. She’d never gone to balls when she lived in Orlais, though she imagined they weren’t all that different, but she’d been too young when she’d been shipped off to the Circle in the Free Marches, and obviously mages were never invited to balls.
Lyric was dressed in a gown of shimmering silver, intricately embroidered with delicate white flowers. The gown hugged her petite frame, accentuating her slender waist before flaring out in a cascade of flowing fabric. Her hair, usually worn loose, was pulled up into an elegant chignon, a few stray curls escaping to frame her face. Her blue eyes, wide with awe and apprehension, took in the grandeur of the ballroom as she clung to Tiberius' arm, grateful for his familiar presence amidst the overwhelming spectacle.
She nodded as Tiberius said they should go say hello, so not only was this her first time in Tevinter, and her first ball ever, but she would be meeting the actual freaking Archon. She wanted this to go well for Tiberius, sure she didn’t know him as well as she’d like, but so far everything had been positive, at least after they’d gotten well away from her parents in Orlais.
She curtsied as Tiberius introduced her to the Archon, she wasn’t sure if that’s what she was supposed to do, but she couldn’t think of anything else to do either, she certainly couldn’t just stand there mouth agape like some child. She smiled a bit as Tiberius added that she was also from Starkhaven, the place she considered her true home.
It’s a pleasure to meet you Lord Archon.The man looked a bit intimidating, but she’d also heard he was a bit of a cat lover, and somehow that made him feel a bit relatable.
@Tiberius Umbra
@Lyric Oatshield
06-13-2024, 02:12 PM
