#paeoni ic

As the weather warms and the moons’ reflections glitter brilliantly across the sea, in the realm of high seadweller society, celebrations for nonsensical reasons often sprout like algae. Invitations flood the inboxes of seadwellers and landdwellers lucky enough to receive the honor of being within the graces of their piscine nobles. Despite the very possible risk of an “accidental” drowning. But that’s part of the fun, isn’t it?

In a large ballroom encased in crystal clear glass, multiple round tables decorated lavishly surround a dance floor centering the room. The illusion of an underwater theme could be witnessed by the cool tone and iridescent lighting and sea-inspired decor; hanging from the ceilings are floral arrangements and lights dropping to pose as seaweed. Straight forward hosts a fully stocked bar of only the finest alcohol Alternia has to offer.

To the side of the entrance, a large tank lining the wall displays a posh underwater lounge reserved for VIP gilled guests only. Twin staircases adorned with coral spiral elegantly up to the mezzanine, splitting one side as entrance down to the underwater lounge, the other more secluded seating for guests and private parties. Dressed in the finest attire, the attendees of the party certainly did not appear out of place. Carrying glasses of champagne and small, intricately crafted delicacies, the wait staff circle the room at every beck and call.

To think this was a celebration for simply filling a quad.

Nursing a fruity, yet strong drink, a towering seadweller with flowing hair and ornate, off the shoulder dress stood stiff on the outskirts of the room beside the tall aquarium windows. Her dark eyes shifted from one shimmering fish to the other. Paeoni Bathor was no stranger to having to make a physical appearance at these social events. However the diplomatic politics of highbloods bored her, recommendations to spare herself a negative representation within her own caste coerced her to comply. Not without sulking, of course.

Paeoni downed the rest of her drink. Normally, she rarely felt the affects of alcohol until she swam in it and opted out of drinking, but tonight her patience wore thin and she needed something to alleviate the tension- or whatever the hell. A poor lower violet attempted an approach moments prior and she nearly tore their arms off- at least she gave a warning. If they had more of a spine and didn’t run off the second she mentioned so, it could have been fun.

@brinytrolls​