#flcralhaze.

another day, another social event on the world stage. time that could be used for actual work, instead spent twirling on the dance floor and marveling at shining baubles. it turns suzume's stomach. but she is nothing without paying careful attention to her obligations. fulfilling each and every one. as she approaches the nearest table of foodstuffs, manicured fingernails clink against her glass. she swirls the sherry, letting the aroma waft into her nose before taking a minuscule sip. "the banderillas are best to start with. they are much lighter than the other hors d'oeuvres," she advises @classiqals @flcralhaze @ymir-heart. if idle chatter is required of her, then so be it.

aysha could already live without the theatre in general. something to fill time, to entertain during festivities. and she supposes this play, co-signed by her own family, serves a similar function. but disgruntled murmurings in the audience only solidify her feeling that this one is different. she can't dwell on such thoughts, though. the solomans must stand united, for malaika's sake and for ethiopia's. nor should she be worrying her pretty little head about politics… right? her head swivels in search of distraction, perfectly spiraling coils of hair billowing, "the lead actors are so… passionate, no?" the princess inquires of @balteren @flcralhaze @succiducus nearby. the most neutral statement she can manage on the subject—without too much hesitation, anyhow.