#t:tickled pink

[amitieos]

tickled pink

Heels clack against the hardwood flooring as Elincia makes her way to the monastery’s ballroom. Her heart speeds up slightly as she hovers near the entrance. Her fingertips graze the handle as light, giddy laughter fills the air. Nervous excitement pushes her forward, into the waiting arms of destiny.

The festival is already in full swing. An explosion of petals litter the floor in various shades of pink whilst live music plays along to the rhythm of conversations held at every table, upon the dancefloor and perhaps a little more hushed behind the grand pillars holding the painted ceiling above them. Elincia had almost forgotten her previous shyness, any timidness having to be left behind in childhood. Yet it resurfaces today, bubbling up in her chest as she tries in vain to straighten out the skirt of her dress. After all, she must look her best for such an auspicious meeting.

Yet when she catches a glance at her reflection, she cannot help but frown. Biting her lip, Elincia attempts to adjust the large, frilly pink bow behind her head. Was it too ostentatious? Did it clash terribly with her hair? Owain had instructed her that it was a mark of untold power. One prophesied to bring her and her beloved together. She had no desire to doubt him, not any reason really. Elincia was sure he was telling her the truth - or at least, the truth as far as he knew and believed it to be so. Such an honourable man would never attempt to deceive her.

Her doubts still linger however, that this must be some kind of mistake. A flush that matches the bow makes it’s way to her cheeks as she crosses the ballroom to the drinks table. Tries not to read malice into every look sent her way. Even if she did look a bit silly, surely everyone has much more important things on their mind today. Right hand clasping a cold flute of champagne, she takes tentative sips, eyes roaming the ballroom. Heart skipping a beat each time someone met her gaze and came over; deflating a little as the grabbed a drink for themselves and returned to the evening’s festivities.