forum Hear me out, anyone up for a Selection based rp? (10/14 spots taken)

Started March 01, 2019 by @gracehustle

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Beatrice quickly followed, maneuvering the wheelchair with practiced ease. She remembered breaking both of her legs when she was 13. It had certainly given her an idea of how to use a wheelchair.

Zaera opened up the door to her room. She held it open as she reached up and removed a pin from her hair allowing it to flow down and curl at the tips near her mid back, "Welcome to the room I've been in only one other time."

Beatrice smiled softly, trying not to stare at Zaera's hair. How was she so pretty? Was it magic? Witchcraft? A blessing from the gods? "This may be the nicest bedroom I've ever seen," she marvelled.

"My bedroom back home is much bigger," Zaera commented offhandedly, "And has an indoor balcony, but yes. This is a very nice bedroom. Why don't we move over to the couch to talk and practice?"

"Yes, that would be great, but hold up - what do you mean your bedroom back home is much bigger? This room is literally the size of the first floor of my house!" Beatrice exclaimed incredulously.

"I live in a mansion," Zaera laughed slightly, "Sorry, I forgot to mention I come from a pretty prestigious family. My father's a politician and my mother's an actress along with most of my older sisters."

Beatrice blanched. "No. Way. I can't even imagine how cool that would be," she said somewhat excitedly.

"I don't consider it anything special," Zaera was starting to feel a little guilty, "But I suppose to someone like you it would be."

Beatrice feigned offense. "Someone like me?" She asked, putting a hand on her chest. "What is that supposed to mean?" She asked with a twinkle in her eye.

"It's uh," Zaera paused having to think getting red from embarrassment, "I'm sorry. You just seem like someone from the lower castes."

Beatrice rolled her eyes, laughing. "Is it that obvious?" She asked sarcastically.

"Just a tad," Zaera moved her fingers to almost pinch, "But I'm here to help fix that."

"Oh, it is not -" she flipped her hair in mock vanity, "classy enough to be a musician?"

"That sounds like such a fun job," Zaera commented with a slihht smile, "Plenty classy."

"Uh-huh. Sure," Beatrice said teasingly. " Ok. So. Step one in Not Making a Complete Fool of Yourself? "

"Oh yes," Zaera cleared her throat and sat down on the couch, "Step one. Act like you know more than anyone else there, even if you don't. False confidence is always key, but always remember to be humble."

"That - that is self-contradicting. Also, if you haven't noticed, I'm not good with confidence - real or false," Beatrice pointed out.

"Being upper caste is a contradiction," Zaera sighed, "Well you can improve. What's something you know a lot about?"

" Er, music? " Beatrice replied uncertainly.

"Well tell me stuff about music," Zaera asked, "I don't know much so whatever is fine."

"Well, what should I tell you? There's, er, there's a lot to talk about," she explained.

"How about what instruments you play?" Zaera suggested.

"I play violin, mostly," she began, "but I'm decent at piano as well. I started learning flute, but I'm not very good at it."

"Well you've just started," Zaera commented, "Of course your not very good yet."

Beatrice shrugged. "I usually learn faster than I currently am. It's taking me a while."