The Lord Chamerlain is hereby commanded to request the pleasure of your participation in this years Auradon High Fashion Aektis Gala. Celebrating the 25th anniversary of the Museum of Cultural History, all proceeds go to the Royal Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Children.
Dress Code: Winter Wonderland
Prompt: Share your muse's High Fashion look with the tag #descevents. Posts can be written word, original drawings, aesthetic posts, gifs or other. Be as creative as you please. ( there is no time sensitivity, enjoy )
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she and the royal servant both look out of place. this is something they have in common. but unlike the royal servant, udyati has carved out something akin to a home here, and so she does not flinch when shere khan growls and readies himself to lunge.
it appears that the old tiger doesn’t have to, for the royal servant scurries away again, as fast as his legs can carry him.
together, she and shere khan walk back inside of the pawn shop where it’s a little warmer, though not by much. together, they read the letter. together, they eye the invite as if it might jump up and attack them.
and to say that udyati is confused is an understatement. who is lord chamerlain? and who commands him? the king? and what is aektis? that sounds greek.
“their dresscode is winter wonderland but they have a greek word in there. and i associate greece with warmth. also, i know nothing about fashion, let alone high fashion. so i do think they invited the wrong person.”
shere khan snorts and mutters something about laying down for a cat nap.
“no, wait!” udyati protests. “it doesn’t make sense!” shere khan turns back to look at her and she continues: “this is the first time i’ve heard about the royal society for the prevention of cruelty to children in my life. how can i - or anyone - trust that all the proceeds will end up where it needs to be? it’s still a society and a royal one at that. i assume that most of those things are headed by old goras who either throw money at causes because it makes them feel good about themselves, not because they’re personally invested, or pocket that money.”
“can you get to the point, beti?”
“the point is: what is this society? who’s a part of this? how do we know where the money goes? what do they do to prevent cruelty to children? and if they really wanted to prevent that, why wouldn’t they do the work to get the kids out of here instead of throwing a celebration? i mean, that’s probably their way of rubbing elbows with the rich to get money but then we’re back at square one with the questions: where does that money go and what will they use it for? because i’m not entirely convinced this is done out of the goodness of someone’s heart. this is guilt. this is gora guilt.”
the old tiger vanishes into the backroom and udyati resolves to go find harriet. or uma. whoever crosses her path first. there are too many questions and she needs answers before she commits to something as huge as this.
