Felicity Mason
Princess of Winds
Imerria- The Mason residence
It wasn't every day that a girl turned sixteen. Especially not every day that a Queens daughter turned sixteen. Unlike most of her party's however, this one was not going to be held in Naboo. Felicity was getting tired of the bright, pristine palace, with it's cold white marble floors and it's high ceilings and the gold everywhere. She wanted to go home. Her first home. The place she was born.
Imerria wasn't known for much more than it's unpredictable wind storms. It was a good way to keep people away, but Felicity was really hoping for the opposite now. She'd invited so many people, mostly people her own age, or close to it. Mother even sent out an invite or two to people that she had expected to be good contacts for the girl in the future. She fully expected her daughter to take this opportunity to start networking and plan for her future.
"I'm only sixteen, mom," Felicity grumbled to herself as she stood in front of her full length mirror in her bed room, "Why would I know what I want to do by now? It's so stupid, right?"
She looked over to catch her reflection in another mirror on her makeup table, enthusiastically nodding in response to her own question.
"Yes. Stupid."
Everyone talked to themselves, and those who said they didn't were liars. Besides all that, it was her birthday and she could talk to herself if she wanted to! Well, okay, technically, her birthday had been last week, but there hadn't really been enough time to celebrate. Too much going on. Kidnappings as such. A good way to spoil any event.
Felicity turned her head this way and that, looking at her bright blonde hair from all angles. Her curls were piled on top of her head, braided and knotted and twisted this way and that, with little flower pins strategically placed to hold it all together. Mother would approve, if she was here, but she had to stay on Naboo. A little disappointing, but she had sent a gift. She insisted Felicity wear it to her party tonight, and the girl had been happy enough to comply. Another dress, but this one was different. Mom was always very picky about what she let Felicity wear in public. She had this weird idea that if Felicity showed a certain amount of skin she might, oh, you know, run off and join a circus or something crazy.
Felicity smiled at herself. It seemed mom realized at last that certain clothing would not stop her from doing something crazy. The dress was white as snow with a fitted bodice, but the sleeves hung off the shoulders, drooping with beads. The skirt on the other hand, faded from white to a pretty petal pink. Mother had good taste, she had to admit it. The dress was from the latest line by one of her favorite Naboo designers. Mother had managed to get her hand on a custom fitted gown for her, before his spring line was even released. There were perks of having a Mother in office.
She did one more twirl before looking at her chrono. With a squeal, she snatched up her earrings off her makeup table and hurriedly put them into her ears as she rushed out of her bedroom and down the hall.
((Only rules here, no fighting, no weapons. Gifts are optional ^_~))
It wasn't every day that a girl turned sixteen. Especially not every day that a Queens daughter turned sixteen. Unlike most of her party's however, this one was not going to be held in Naboo. Felicity was getting tired of the bright, pristine palace, with it's cold white marble floors and it's high ceilings and the gold everywhere. She wanted to go home. Her first home. The place she was born.
Imerria wasn't known for much more than it's unpredictable wind storms. It was a good way to keep people away, but Felicity was really hoping for the opposite now. She'd invited so many people, mostly people her own age, or close to it. Mother even sent out an invite or two to people that she had expected to be good contacts for the girl in the future. She fully expected her daughter to take this opportunity to start networking and plan for her future.
"I'm only sixteen, mom," Felicity grumbled to herself as she stood in front of her full length mirror in her bed room, "Why would I know what I want to do by now? It's so stupid, right?"
She looked over to catch her reflection in another mirror on her makeup table, enthusiastically nodding in response to her own question.
"Yes. Stupid."
Everyone talked to themselves, and those who said they didn't were liars. Besides all that, it was her birthday and she could talk to herself if she wanted to! Well, okay, technically, her birthday had been last week, but there hadn't really been enough time to celebrate. Too much going on. Kidnappings as such. A good way to spoil any event.
Felicity turned her head this way and that, looking at her bright blonde hair from all angles. Her curls were piled on top of her head, braided and knotted and twisted this way and that, with little flower pins strategically placed to hold it all together. Mother would approve, if she was here, but she had to stay on Naboo. A little disappointing, but she had sent a gift. She insisted Felicity wear it to her party tonight, and the girl had been happy enough to comply. Another dress, but this one was different. Mom was always very picky about what she let Felicity wear in public. She had this weird idea that if Felicity showed a certain amount of skin she might, oh, you know, run off and join a circus or something crazy.
Felicity smiled at herself. It seemed mom realized at last that certain clothing would not stop her from doing something crazy. The dress was white as snow with a fitted bodice, but the sleeves hung off the shoulders, drooping with beads. The skirt on the other hand, faded from white to a pretty petal pink. Mother had good taste, she had to admit it. The dress was from the latest line by one of her favorite Naboo designers. Mother had managed to get her hand on a custom fitted gown for her, before his spring line was even released. There were perks of having a Mother in office.
She did one more twirl before looking at her chrono. With a squeal, she snatched up her earrings off her makeup table and hurriedly put them into her ears as she rushed out of her bedroom and down the hall.
((Only rules here, no fighting, no weapons. Gifts are optional ^_~))