caerella shot a smirk at one of the beautifully painted women that held out a tray of crystal glasses filled nearly to the brim with sweet dornish wine. it was amazing just how free the culture was here— a stark contrast to all she knew of home and of the capitol. delicate fingers wrap around the base of the glass, nodding her head at the woman in thanks and turning on her heel to walk away.
the targaryen lady strut through the crowd, allowing for her dress to flow around her and truly show off all the details. she certainly wasn’t someone who shied away from the spotlight-- not by a long shot. it is then that she takes notice of the one beside her. she isn’t quite sure if they’ve come to strike up conversation or not but caerella didn’t really care. she was naturally social and wanted to speak with as many people as she could tonight.
“this party is... wow.” she’s truly in awe, glancing over at the other briefly. “i don’t think i’ve ever seen anything quite like it.”