by Scars Mate » February 7th, 2015, 9:20 pm
Rivera watched Rhinnëa coldly, eyes narrowing every time her partner was mildly inappropriate . She was almost as angry as Eyulf was. How sweet, she mused. Well, not really, Rhinnëa is practically being groped.
'I think I've had enough dancing,' she told Zaq awkwardly, extricating herself unceremoniously from his arms. She scurried away, hiding behind a large drapery. Even Zaq's protective arms hadn't stemmed the rude stares of some of the other men, and she felt suddenly very vulnerable. She didn't have Rhinnëa's pure elven beauty; people weren't wary of her like they were her friend. She worried at her lip, before grabbing a glass of ridiculously strong wine that smelled bad. She drank it in one, feeling reckless.
Careful now. Lyrea's voice came unbidden into Rivera's consciousness.
Sorry, she mumbled. I don't like human men, she decided. Well, with the exception of Zaq. And I suppose Eyulf.
She felt dizzy all of a sudden, and then light headed. Looks like I'm stuck behind here. And damn, we were supposed to negotiate terms! Or were we? She couldn't remember. A string of curse words ran through her mind. Where are you, Zaq?