Wallflower | Open Starter
Once, Amity might have found any excuse to accompany Naveen to a celebration like the Silverstone and Hemlock’s nuptials. Ever the romantic, Amity had adored attending the all too rare faerie wedding. Those celebrations brought out the best in Amity. She was all too prepared to abandon her shyness in favor of merriment. But ever since she found out the truth about Sabina, she could not bring herself to muster that same enthusiasm. The idea of a wedding left a bitter taste in her mouth, some ugly cross between the metallic taste of rage and the ashen taste of grief. But as the Archmage’s favorite student, she could not afford to skip the Silverstone and Hemlock wedding without causing a stir.
Besides, as she made her preparations to run she could not afford to be seen pulling away from the Archmage and rouse his suspicion. So she donned her best navy gown with its embroidered ivory colored moon and stars, arranged her mess of curls into a respectable updo, and clasped a necklace of Hemma’s around her neck.
The ceremony seemed to take ages and it was all Amity could do to feign interest throughout. When the guests were shepherded into a large ballroom, Amity was quick to grab a class from one of the servants and down it. A flush spread across her cheeks and chest, but she paid it no mind and reached for another before retreating to the sidelines.
She was just getting comfortable leaning against the wall when another faerie rounded the corner, nearly colliding with Amity. Amity reached out a steadying hand automatically, the other preoccupied with protecting her drink.
“Are you all right? Forgive me, I had no intention of startling you.”