The plegian stared at the invitation she had received over a week prior this night. Digits drumming against the dinner table of the house. Biting the tip of a fingernail wondering if she should attend this event. The paper invitation probably ended up pretty crumbled from how much she looked at it and tossed away.
"This is just…" But Masamune said he wanted to show her something if she went to the party… How difficult to choose, what to do. Leaving the eating area of the cottage Tharja walked back to her dormitory, unsure whether or not she really wanted to be there. Just so many people she didn’t care for reunited in one place. A side glance over her shoulder at the dress she got the other evening, the just-in-case outfit. A loud sigh could be heard as she shut the door and locked it behind her. ——-
The Night turned out to be much colder than the previous ones ever since this month started. She cursed her curiosity as a cab took her to the residency where they planned to celebrate this thing. Shivers due coldness more than the nervousness she felt as they finally arrived to the designed place.
A glance back at the commotion as she paid the taxi driver that left her at the entrance. This would be so much better if she had gotten Mitsunari to come along, but no. He refused any form of invitation the mage gave him.
Annoyed huff escaped her cold lips and she took a deep sigh. “Nonsense.” She didn’t care for any of this. She despised it, the social interaction, the people smiling, the whole bright aura they all irradiated. It was like walking in a mirror reflecting the sun. It put her in a bad mood.
Ridiculous situation she got herself into, but she had paid the taxi, she had put on the dress, she made it so far, and there the door open just awaiting for her to enter the place.
Stupid, stupid, stupid. She repeated in her mind, finally, one step taken inside the mansion.She looked at the rather fancy adornment. These people really wanted to make a big deal out of this huh? So much effort they put on, would be a shame if someone appeared and destroyed it.
All the smiles and giggles got on her nerves fast enough as a visible frown, adorned the visage of the mage, who happened to be walking into the very centre of the entire event.
And then, someone approached her. “Oh joy.” Was firstly thrown at whomever had tapped her shoulder, turning around with a displeased gesture and a violent hiss like a warning. “What now?”