othyrworld
Abyssus Abyssum Invocat
@Lore Weaver
Elowan was in a pretty shitty mood. Her parents had invited her absolute least favorite noble over to Elowan's birthday gala and had been hinting to her that she should try to strike up a conversation for at least 30 minutes. It was stupid and a terrible idea and at this point she just kind of wanted to punch a wall (or her parents) because she wasn't going to talk to anyone, least of all Josalyn.
"Darling?" Elowan scowled at the sound of her mother's voice. She could practically feel the pout forming on the woman's face as Elowan refused to answer. It was petty, but Elowan couldn't rebel in many other ways. She was stuck in this castle at this disgusting gala in a truly heinous dress. "Darling." Her mother's voice took a more serious tone so Elowan finally faced her, an angry scowl on her face.
"What is it, mother?" She sighed, pulling on her skirt in irritation. She hated this dress. It was itchy and restricting and she felt like she couldn't even breath. She wanted to rip off her stupid corset and run outside into the yard.
"Your father is bringing Josalyn over for some polite conversation and you will be kind," Her mother slapped Elowan's hands off her skirt and brushed a strand of hair off her shoulder. Elowan groaned, stopping abruptly when her mother gave her a sharp pinch to the arm. She rubbed her stinging skin and stood, steeling herself for the conversation.
Elowan was in a pretty shitty mood. Her parents had invited her absolute least favorite noble over to Elowan's birthday gala and had been hinting to her that she should try to strike up a conversation for at least 30 minutes. It was stupid and a terrible idea and at this point she just kind of wanted to punch a wall (or her parents) because she wasn't going to talk to anyone, least of all Josalyn.
"Darling?" Elowan scowled at the sound of her mother's voice. She could practically feel the pout forming on the woman's face as Elowan refused to answer. It was petty, but Elowan couldn't rebel in many other ways. She was stuck in this castle at this disgusting gala in a truly heinous dress. "Darling." Her mother's voice took a more serious tone so Elowan finally faced her, an angry scowl on her face.
"What is it, mother?" She sighed, pulling on her skirt in irritation. She hated this dress. It was itchy and restricting and she felt like she couldn't even breath. She wanted to rip off her stupid corset and run outside into the yard.
"Your father is bringing Josalyn over for some polite conversation and you will be kind," Her mother slapped Elowan's hands off her skirt and brushed a strand of hair off her shoulder. Elowan groaned, stopping abruptly when her mother gave her a sharp pinch to the arm. She rubbed her stinging skin and stood, steeling herself for the conversation.