The Grand Diamond Royal Ball 125th Anniversary[Open to all] Jan 10, 2015 0:03:52 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2015 0:03:52 GMT -5
Jasmine was enjoying Meg's company. She could count the number of friend she have, five, but this was too soon to call this a friendship. They have mastered the arts of associates with small talk, which left the princess amused, "hooves with a temper that sounds like a story to tell."
Her world sounded mystical, a palace on the clouds. Jasmine had soared through the sky, but never had she imagined a kingdom on top of it. Were the gods like genies without the limitation of lamps? Was her homeworld significantly safer with their guardianship. Was that what the worlds resulting to, using their power to protect their own? Was she slipping as an heir in that prospect or was everyone in Meg's world gifted? She knew a man with ridiculous levels of strength. Reflecting to personal problems wasn't 'party appropriate'. She didn't want to be glum without Aladdin nearby to shake her out of it.
"No, you’re not," Jasmine empathetically admitted, "my husband won’t be attending. He’s probably still in Agrabah, our world."
He was holding the fort, while she made a head start. After roaming two different worlds, she hadn't missed hers yet, "It’s very hot with a lot of sun and a lot of sand; it makes this place look unbelievable. I’ve heard of oceans, and where I’m from those are myths. But to actually see one and all the greenery," she was in pure awe with the Kingdom of the Land; she haven't even went underwater yet. Still there were many places to go and people to meet. Right now Jasmine's agenda was to spread Meg's wings a little; before she could coax her more, they were interrupted.
Like a cat, she turned towards the voice eyes wide with curiosity. His mannerisms was more amusing than charming; Jasmine smiled through it, while sensing Meg's on-coming discomfort.
"There goes a bold one," she whispered like a school girl. Her eyes flicked up to Belle approaching from behind him as he slipped between the women. Jasmine was going to excuse them, but she wasn’t up to speed. How can one excuse a ‘friendly’ guy for they can talk to someone else without appearing rude? The answer didn't come quick enough, and Meg bit the bait and squirmed free.
“I hate to break up the small party but excuse me a minute. Jasmine here would appreciate the company while I’m gone. I’ll be right back.”
In understanding, Jasmine nodded with a smile as Meg slipped away. It's funny how it all turned out; all it took for her to be sociable was to be crowded, "Well, that's one way for her to mingle."
She watched her from a distance, while taking note of the 'gentleman' across from her, "Yes this party is something else."
Her large eyes refocused on him, "I never thought I could talk to so many people in one night. Although it’s just the beginning. You can say I’m used to watching, listening, and speaking when spoken to. So what persuaded you join the Prince in this festivity? Why come to a party if company could be unpleasant?”
A server walked and stopped by with a tray hovering at their noses. Drinks swirled in cute petite triangular cupped glasses. With a soft thank you, she grabbed one unsure of its content. She held it above her nose to get a whiff before taking a cautious sip. Her lips pursed at the peculiar taste of wine; it needed to grow on her more.
“I must admit I was a bit,” she paused, “apprehensive myself.”
She could sense it coming; she turned in time for his entrance before he spoke a word. Her brows rose in anticipation before gesturing the strapping young gentleman to blue-eye boy she spotted earlier. James Cabuelo was his name.
A peculiar one.
The only other hero from a foreign land she met was Sora, and subconsciously she sized him up wondering if he was the same. It was too soon to tell, but there was a kind heart about him with a soft glow over his shoulders. It was interesting how other words had personal mechanics; the guardian of his world, Copia, was hovering right next to him. How did she managed to spread her light so far across a realm? What did James offer to leave her post? It was an unclear relationship, and for a goddess, she was so small. Maybe she never been to balls; she was quite frank with inappropriate talk for a formal setting. Jasmine nearly choked on wine at the imagery of mating animals. This party was interesting; the diverse guests made up for it.
"Well at least your people have reprieve, and surely their chosen hero won't keep them waiting," Jasmine added to the conservation, before taking a conservative sip, "oh by the way, I'm Jasmine and this is-"
She left the floor open for Zidane to make his own colorful introduction. Regardless what was said or done loud shatters of glass alarmed her. She found the chaos northeast of them; a woman wailed for her sullied dress, while a bashful servant tried to console her. Other servers try to pause their tasks in means of chaos control, but it was already getting messy.
"This isn't going well," Jasmine looked over with concern, "Someone should block that area off for no one steps on that."
She bit her lips imagining the sting and pain glass can bring.
"I wish there was music or SOMETHING," she glanced between the two young men, "at this rate the mood will be gone, and just like that their night is ruined."
Now she wasn't so charmed to continue to give the wine a chance.
"Pardon me," excusing herself, Jasmine briskly walked away. She paused and backtracked, "Meg I'll be by the tables-"
It seemed someone heard her plight as the music picked up. It was loud enough that she didn't want to rudely shout over it, so she merely gestured to a table with several food selections and hopefully water.
The quicker she moved the sooner she could get away from the dancefloor. Jasmine wouldn't mind a dance, but first she needed to wash the taste out of her mouth.[Round Ends January 16th]