To say that Meri was uncomfortable was an understatement. She hoped she was hiding it at least passably well but she wasn't at all confident she was. To start with she wasn't entirely sure why she'd been invited. Her current guesses were either her brother had gotten her on the list of attendees in a weird brotherly, long-distance matchmaking effort or some party-planning intern had some misinformed ideas about seers and ghosts.
She stood dutifully at the fringes, her hands clasped tightly in front of her in a caricature of a comfortable stance. She had been working on her distaste at beingchained associated with all things divination and simply choosing to attend this ball with an open mind had felt like a culmination of those efforts. But now that she was here she wished she was the spectacle.
A promised spectral bear baiting and the perceived threat that a ghost might come ask her to dance (how would that even work?!) kept her eyes glued to the center where most of the activity was. So much so that she did not notice a familiar face approach until he was within speaking distance.
When she recognized him the relief was immediate and quite obvious. She even took a step towards him in the rush and surprise of suddenly finding someone familiar and comfortable.
"You’re here!"
She stood dutifully at the fringes, her hands clasped tightly in front of her in a caricature of a comfortable stance. She had been working on her distaste at being
A promised spectral bear baiting and the perceived threat that a ghost might come ask her to dance (how would that even work?!) kept her eyes glued to the center where most of the activity was. So much so that she did not notice a familiar face approach until he was within speaking distance.
When she recognized him the relief was immediate and quite obvious. She even took a step towards him in the rush and surprise of suddenly finding someone familiar and comfortable.
"You’re here!"