12th February, 1891 — Sonata #7 Orchestral Debut, de Montfault Theatre
The contortionist was nothing short of indecent and absolutely not something a respectable lady ought to be paying attention to. It was fortunate then that Elladora had long since learnt the skill of making it appear she was entirely absorbed with the program for the rest of the evening’s entertainments while still noting every flex of the young woman’s muscles as she bent backwards dressed in what could charitably be called a bathing suit.
Dear Merlin, she hadn't even realised the human body could bend that way!
If only the rest of the performance was quite so interesting. Elladora was usually quite fond of music but this drivel was adding to the headache she'd had for hours and had caused her to be overly snippy with Ursula - now she had the throbbing pain in her temples and didn't even have anybody to distract her from the uninspired composition. It was also doing nothing for the temper she had been in since the failure of her potion that afternoon: a disaster she had no intention of telling a soul about any time soon and had driven her here alone.
Dwelling had never been her way but Elladora allowed herself to indulge for a moment as the music swelled to a clanging height. She could have had wings like Eva or, better yet, claws but instead she had the taste of failure and a frankly disgusting potion sticking in her throat and she tried to gulp down the sensation-
And promptly turned into a frog right there in the gallery.
Dear Merlin, she hadn't even realised the human body could bend that way!
If only the rest of the performance was quite so interesting. Elladora was usually quite fond of music but this drivel was adding to the headache she'd had for hours and had caused her to be overly snippy with Ursula - now she had the throbbing pain in her temples and didn't even have anybody to distract her from the uninspired composition. It was also doing nothing for the temper she had been in since the failure of her potion that afternoon: a disaster she had no intention of telling a soul about any time soon and had driven her here alone.
Dwelling had never been her way but Elladora allowed herself to indulge for a moment as the music swelled to a clanging height. She could have had wings like Eva or, better yet, claws but instead she had the taste of failure and a frankly disgusting potion sticking in her throat and she tried to gulp down the sensation-
And promptly turned into a frog right there in the gallery.
fabulous set by Lady <3