Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2013 11:08:55 GMT -8
The bitter chill of January did not dampen Morgana's unusually lightened spirits, which seemed to be becoming a bit of a habit in the presence of one Maxim Petrov. Speaking of Max...he was around, somewhere. The duo had stepped into the enticing warmth of The Tella Arabica, a quaint café at the southern edge of Diagon Alley. They had only just arrived, but Morgana was in desperate need of a cup of hot tea to soothe her aching hands as they navigated about the strip. Rather unexpectedly based on the abandoned exterior of the shop, the coffee house was bustling with activity, and they had been temporarily separated in the throng of activity.
As she made her way to the counter, expertly maneuvering around the mass of thawing customers, Morgana took the opportunity to compose herself. A lone, dust-ridden mirror rested neglected upon an otherwise bare wall, and she focused on the image of only herself, blocking the erratic array of individuals surrounding her. The outfit was pristine, as always. To be perfectly honest, she was all but pleased with the extended amount of time it took to prepare herself for the outing earlier this morning. For some odd, more than likely subconscious reason, she could not correlate the perfect outfit- nothing had satisfied her. At last, she settled upon an almost-knee-high pair of chocolate colored boots, made of rich and smooth leather that was softer than silk to the touch. Beneath lay creamy, thick tights matched with a sheer, lavender dress. It was long sleeve, of course, and though the fabric was loose, it came tight at the wrists and waist, where a lose, caramel belt adorned her petit hips. There was a delicate peter pan color around the neck of the dress, detailed intricately with beautiful grey pearls. Beneath the sheer layer was a slip that covered all of the inappropriate areas, while still accented her lithe frame.
Her skin had became incredibly pale in the bitter frost, but she felt no discomfort. Her bright lips and brown wool coat were a deep contrast to her ivory flesh. She was relatively hopeless as far as composing herself, and so she continued on to the chaotic order station. Only a few paces towards her destination and a path cleared, with the slight nod of her head she made her way to the front of the crowd and quickly finalized her transaction. "Peppermint tea to go please, black." she demanded politely, recognizing the barista behind the counter. She was a few years older than Morgana and had worked there for as long as she could remember. It was no surprise that the local patrons seemed to recollect her identity, as they had respectfully parted for her. Her family owned yet another Scrivenshaft's Quill shop here in Diagon Alley, and she often frequented the neighborhood. Turning around, she bit her lip ever so slightly and scanned the crowd, attempting to search for her lost companion. It was odd, really, and a bit ridiculous, but Morgana had the oddest sensation in the pit of her stomach originating when she had first met up with Maxim. She could have sworn that it was...butterflies?
OOC// I Hadn't intended for the post to be this long! But since it was introductory and it's been a while, plus I'm horrible at starting threads, it just came out longer than anticipated haha! I don't plan on making every post equally as long, I just kind of felt it was necessary for some ridiculous reason. LOVE YOU.
As she made her way to the counter, expertly maneuvering around the mass of thawing customers, Morgana took the opportunity to compose herself. A lone, dust-ridden mirror rested neglected upon an otherwise bare wall, and she focused on the image of only herself, blocking the erratic array of individuals surrounding her. The outfit was pristine, as always. To be perfectly honest, she was all but pleased with the extended amount of time it took to prepare herself for the outing earlier this morning. For some odd, more than likely subconscious reason, she could not correlate the perfect outfit- nothing had satisfied her. At last, she settled upon an almost-knee-high pair of chocolate colored boots, made of rich and smooth leather that was softer than silk to the touch. Beneath lay creamy, thick tights matched with a sheer, lavender dress. It was long sleeve, of course, and though the fabric was loose, it came tight at the wrists and waist, where a lose, caramel belt adorned her petit hips. There was a delicate peter pan color around the neck of the dress, detailed intricately with beautiful grey pearls. Beneath the sheer layer was a slip that covered all of the inappropriate areas, while still accented her lithe frame.
Her skin had became incredibly pale in the bitter frost, but she felt no discomfort. Her bright lips and brown wool coat were a deep contrast to her ivory flesh. She was relatively hopeless as far as composing herself, and so she continued on to the chaotic order station. Only a few paces towards her destination and a path cleared, with the slight nod of her head she made her way to the front of the crowd and quickly finalized her transaction. "Peppermint tea to go please, black." she demanded politely, recognizing the barista behind the counter. She was a few years older than Morgana and had worked there for as long as she could remember. It was no surprise that the local patrons seemed to recollect her identity, as they had respectfully parted for her. Her family owned yet another Scrivenshaft's Quill shop here in Diagon Alley, and she often frequented the neighborhood. Turning around, she bit her lip ever so slightly and scanned the crowd, attempting to search for her lost companion. It was odd, really, and a bit ridiculous, but Morgana had the oddest sensation in the pit of her stomach originating when she had first met up with Maxim. She could have sworn that it was...butterflies?
OOC// I Hadn't intended for the post to be this long! But since it was introductory and it's been a while, plus I'm horrible at starting threads, it just came out longer than anticipated haha! I don't plan on making every post equally as long, I just kind of felt it was necessary for some ridiculous reason. LOVE YOU.
