Heather took a deep breath before she entered the grand ball room of the Serennian Masquerade Ball. She had picked just the right occasion to mingle with the influential politicians she intended to speak with on behalf of her course. Serenno had left the Empire after the split, there had been many struggles thereafter and the diplomatic advances that had been formerly made years ago hadn't been very fertile. She wasn't fully convinced, but still somewhat optimistic to weight in words of an actual diplomat, hoping she'd manage to sway the politicians.
The dress code was relatively extra this night, the color scheme dark colors only. There were dark drapes and the light was relatively dim with most attendants clad in dark suits and gowns. Heather was clad in a sparkling, rather pompous yet elegant gown with a black, classic mask completing her look.
Hadn't balls always been lighthearted events with great moods and yet a mysterious touch given by the costumes? At least in her memory they were. Somehow she was very nervous tonight though. She hadn't been sleeping well for months as too much trauma still tormented her mind and the chances of actually processing the events seemed to dwindle.
She was a different woman than she had been when she had last intended such events and even if a constant sense of fear and dread often permeated her mind, she knew she had to keep it together tonight. She had her eyes open for various members of the noble houses and members of the governmental body, all of whom she was sure they'd attend the ball, but her first destination was still the bar.
She needed something to ease her nerves before she'd start exchanging some meaningless pleasantries before starting to play the well known games of diplomacy. Apart from this inner restlessness, she was also tired, but it still didn't keep her from ordering a Serennian wine and downing in relatively quickly. Her thoughts were still racing, but she forced the tension out of her muscles before she continued observing for another moment.
@Sreeya