forum Testing, testing, 123 (Random Roleplay)

Started March 25, 2018 by @IconicUsername

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Thayer paused and curtsied. “I’m well, your Highness. Are you enjoying the party?”

//it almost autocorrected to malady…

Wyn stands up and turns away from the ballroom. A light orb appears in front of her. "Aspen."
"Hello, Donovan. What do you want now?"
"I pray you have the girl in sight?" Turns around and looks.
"Yes Donovan."
"Good. You must get the information I need out of her. It's a matter of life an death."
"Yes Donovan, I understand."
"Oh and Aspen?"
"Yes?"
"I can't believe the Crown Princess of Vilanna has been reduced to this."

(lol)
"Fairly." Alex leaned in to whisper. "Although some people tend to be just a bit clingy." She giggled.

They smiled, attempting to remain ladylike while trying not to laugh. “Would you like someone to sweep you away, your highness?” She whispered back, smiling.

"Oh that would be splendid, but I do have my duties here." Alex felt good, smiling. "Thank you–" she hesitated again. "Um, I apologize, can you remind me of your name?"

“I’m Thayer, your highness. I’m sorry, but I really must be on my way now,” they dipped their head again, and slipped away. A little farther, she offered Princess Arianna a drink and a whisper, saying Princess Alexandra was in need of company.

Princess Arianna kindly declined the drink and nodded, she went to her sister.

Spotting her sister walking towards her, Alexandra sighed in relief. She finished up the "lively" conversation with the other clingy lady and started walking towards Princess Arianna. "Thank goodness you are here!"

Wyn turns back and continues surveying. She spots three girls. Two of them must be the princesses, and the other must be a servant. But which one was the girl she is looking for?

“Thayer told me you were in a tight situation, so of course I had to save my dear sister.” Arianna giggled, “They’re all so pushy and fake here.”

Thayer switched her drinks platter for a small snacks one, and made their way around, eventually reaching the princesses again.

//since i look to be the only palace maid, I now plan to play them all. Also, Thayer can serve both princesses for now until I come up with someone else

"I completely agree. If only Mother and Father didn't insist on this ball. I mean, what's it for again? Their anniversary for the first time they held hands?" Alexandra laughed along with her sister, enjoying the moment.

“Your Highnesses? May I offer some delicacies?” Thayer asked, curtsying.

Daisuke had contributed to his fair share of conversation ages ago. Still holding his wine glass—which he hadn't taken a sip of—he began to mill around the ballroom, subconsciously making laps around the dance floor. He spotted the princesses, tilted his head so his hair fell in his face and hummed to himself in observation. He finally decided to walk over to them, wondering what the royalty of Aeradom was like.

Recognizing Thayer again, Alexandra kindly took a strawberry pastry off of the tray. "Thank you, Thayer."

Thayer dipped their head and walked a little ways away, by Daisuke. “A delicacy, your Highness?”

//he is a prince?

//mistakes have been made, pretend they said sir

(not of this kingdom nope, he doesn't know he's of royal blood so)

He blinked, slightly alarmed. He shook his head sheepishly. "I'm fine, thank you though. And um, I'm not royalty."

//or that too

“Oh!” Their eyes widened a little. “My apologies, sir.” They curtsied and hurried off.

“How much money do you think is spent on these balls?” Arianna whispered to Alexandra.

Wyn unwraps her wings and flies down to around the corner in front of the castle. She presses the jewel on her necklace and her clothes turn into a green dress, and her shoes turn into some green flats. She pulls out the invitation she stole from someone. She walks to the castle gate. "Sorry I'm late. Got held up at home. Here's my invitation."
"Duchess Alvina of Vilanna?"
"That's me."
"Right this way, Duchess."

Thayer sees another woman in geeen enter, and is quick to offer her food and drinks. “A drink, malady?”