Pilgrim59
Bellua 1-4
Location: Garden, Royal Palace
Interacted: N/A
Mentioned: lissamissal Soma Schicksal QuirkyAngel
“Twila Pippetwhistle of the southern valley flower nymphs. I’m the head florist at my family’s shop in Babblebrook.” Twila spoke and nodded, to which Sasha would oblige with a similar display of a joyous smile.
“You know...no one really said we had to wait around for him to be able to dance.”
Before long, Twila had found herself a dance partner, as she made herself towards the floor with an inspiring audacity that caught the succubus off-guard. Sasha chuckled a bit at her acquaintance's move, and waved her off.
"Oh dear... " Sasha spoke, as she slid her heels aside from the puddle.
Seeing little in her idleness, the succubus sigh slightly, as she quickly snatched a towel from a nearby servant. With the quick movements of her hands, Sasha got the mess squared away, at the hesitations of the maids. It was an unnecessary chore, but the nurse's instinct was all but moved by her habits, accompanied by her contempt for sloppiness. The succubus would grab a sparkling, with its similar shines to that of a champagne, albeit of a lighter dose, and offered it to Leslie - whose name she had picked up earlier.
"Compensation for your drink. Perhaps this should lessen the chance of a fire or a shattered glass..."
Sasha smiled, as her sight paralleled with that of the frowning Leslie towards the Prince, as he took his steps alongside what seems to be a competent dancer. She could feel a stinging bite, as she watched them waltz their way on the marble floor. It was strange, as she thought, for she had barely afford the opportunity to happen upon the prince's presence for the first time. Perhaps his charms outran that of a succubus, but the nurse digressed. Looking down, she quickly came to a realization that it was not her feelings, but rather her feet, of which had caught some of the champagne glass's shrapnel.
"Please pardon my absence." Sasha said, as she took off towards the garden, just beyond the room's interior porch.
Perhaps it was the perfect getaway for Sasha, whose happiness was found in the immediate muting of the muffled voices. There, in the garden, the succubus stripped her left leg's stockings, under the moonlight, of which had parted her dress to unveil her snow-white skin. Pouring some champagne over her wounds, Sasha wrapped up her wounds with the stocking she had prepared as bandages. The lady in white exhaled softly, being proud of her quick work, yet ashamed that she had taken the unfortunate fate. For a succubus, she was capable of self-regenerating abilities, but she had dismissed its darker cost, to which she had to make do with the ordinary human ways - something she took pride in after more than a hundred years in the Royal Hospital Corps. The quiet evening was a blessing to the succubus, whose filled stomach and lax manners had kept her company. She reflected upon herself for her lack of skills when it comes to dancing, and thought it'd be best if she didn't make it to the dance floor in the first place. The nurse was desperate for some air, despite her lovely acquaintances' presence and their eccentric styles. Planning little in her thoughts of speaking to the prince among the crowd of many beautiful candidates, the nurse toured the gardens, under the shades of the nightfall clouds and the glistening moonlight.
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