The Lady Tilani had been kind enough to introduce her to the White Room’s proprietor, and while the Eyes that followed didn’t seem pleased, Seraphine had secured a few more performances. If she couldn’t attend the Grand Arcadia for her dancing then she would need some income separate from depending on the Archon’s estate for everything. Costumes were a little trickery, most made from old dresses and what baubles she could find to embellish them. Her tailoring skills weren’t perfect, but the few outfits she had gave the dancer some variety.
Tonight's dance had been a more lively affair than the romantic debut. The meagre magical talent Seraphine had came into some use, setting the scene in a soft light as she danced, using it to fade in and out the figure of a ghostly partner. The choreography was of her own design, a blend of classical movements and improvisation that hinted at stories only half-told. Each twirl and leap seemed to paint a picture in the air, the ghostly partner mirroring her with ethereal grace.
As the final notes of the music lingered in the air, Seraphine held her concluding pose, the ghostly figure fading into nothingness beside her. The applause was polite, restrained - a sound she had grown accustomed to in this small but discerning venue. She smiled, bowing low, eyes scanning the audience for any familiar faces, any sign of approval before retreating towards the wings.
She slipped off the stage, the glow from the magical lights returning to their previous warm ambiance, and made her way to the dressing room. After changing into something more modest - a simple, flowing dress that was comfortable yet understated - she wandered back into the club, the atmosphere a stark contrast to the quiet solitude of the dressing area.
The White Room was a labyrinth of dim lighting and velvet drapes, its patrons a mix of those who sought solace in the shadows and others who revelled in the club’s sultry allure. The scent of spiced wine and distant smoke lingered in the air. Seraphine moved through the light crowd, her steps easy and measured, taking in the various corners of the room where whispered conversations had been had before. Alas, Lady Tilani didn’t seem to be in attendance this eve.
Her disappointment eased as Seraphine passed a small group of musicians who were tuning their instruments for the next set, their eyes briefly flickering to her and offering a smile before returning to their work. Nearby, a couple sat at a corner table, their faces close, engrossed in a hushed exchange and the young woman hastily looked away, gaze landing on a lone figure approaching with two glasses.
@Quintilian Frey
Tonight's dance had been a more lively affair than the romantic debut. The meagre magical talent Seraphine had came into some use, setting the scene in a soft light as she danced, using it to fade in and out the figure of a ghostly partner. The choreography was of her own design, a blend of classical movements and improvisation that hinted at stories only half-told. Each twirl and leap seemed to paint a picture in the air, the ghostly partner mirroring her with ethereal grace.
As the final notes of the music lingered in the air, Seraphine held her concluding pose, the ghostly figure fading into nothingness beside her. The applause was polite, restrained - a sound she had grown accustomed to in this small but discerning venue. She smiled, bowing low, eyes scanning the audience for any familiar faces, any sign of approval before retreating towards the wings.
She slipped off the stage, the glow from the magical lights returning to their previous warm ambiance, and made her way to the dressing room. After changing into something more modest - a simple, flowing dress that was comfortable yet understated - she wandered back into the club, the atmosphere a stark contrast to the quiet solitude of the dressing area.
The White Room was a labyrinth of dim lighting and velvet drapes, its patrons a mix of those who sought solace in the shadows and others who revelled in the club’s sultry allure. The scent of spiced wine and distant smoke lingered in the air. Seraphine moved through the light crowd, her steps easy and measured, taking in the various corners of the room where whispered conversations had been had before. Alas, Lady Tilani didn’t seem to be in attendance this eve.
Her disappointment eased as Seraphine passed a small group of musicians who were tuning their instruments for the next set, their eyes briefly flickering to her and offering a smile before returning to their work. Nearby, a couple sat at a corner table, their faces close, engrossed in a hushed exchange and the young woman hastily looked away, gaze landing on a lone figure approaching with two glasses.
@Quintilian Frey
07-31-2024, 09:32 AM
