Thread: Night & Day

The elf gasped softly, blushing a bit harder as the Drow prince draped his arm around her. It was more... Intimate than she was used to, however, it seemed to serve the same purpose. It did turn her cheeks a little pinker, however. She knew from her studies that the Drow were a more liberal race, so though a tingle in her head told her she shouldn't let him get away with it, she allowed yet another slight, knowing nothing would be won by being too strict with her own preferences of contact. Not knowing how exactly how to react to the position of his arm however, she looked among the Drow that they passed by, almost missing the Drow woman he'd been referring to, she near winced herself out of his grasp at the sight. It just seemed... Painful! Elves did not mark or mar their skin or bodies in such a way. Occasionally spells took on a visible form on the skin, but never in the way that they had. Ahn... I am afraid I do not see how either are ever seen as fashionable... Her eyes scanned again, looking for some reference on how she should walk with him with his arm around her as it was. She finally found enough to reference from to move her arms, one laying a hand gently on the hand that laid on her shoulder while the other hand wrapped around her waist to keep her hand and arm out of his way. She listened as he spoke of the theatre that he would be taking her too. Smaller and more elite? What was the point of such a place? A grand stage was needed for much of the dancing she'd ever seen, and every dancer she'd met loved the call of a big audience - all the more people to enjoy their life's work. She stayed close to him as he lead her down a stairway that was besides the theater. She was surprised by the almost orc-sized drow at the door, near to back pedaling herself at the sight of the beastly men. She looked inside as they were allowed in, it was so dark... How were they to see the dancers? And the stage... A long thin thing... Surely someone would fall off! This is a theater, she asked, not understanding how such a small place could be considered a theater for dancers. She sat with him on the couch he led her to, not knowing his motives for laughter - most likely at her expense, as she sat and arranged her skirts. Her eyes being drawn to look at the occasional near naked waitress as she made herself comfortable, leaning against the arm of the couch. You said this was dance recital... I am afraid I do not see how the performers can dance on so small a stage, she inquired, looking at him as she declined the offer of a drink, many elves did drink, however, the younger they were the more of a light weight they tended to be. With her usual aversion due to her studies, Aiena was as much of a light weight as they could come. She knew just a few drinks and she would be out like a light. If this recital was all Shuraste was making it out to be, she did not want to miss it due to being unable to hold her liquor. She was glad, however, that the Drow had decided to invite her. She had sought the Ambassadorial position because of her wish to know more about the Drow and their customs after all, even if there were other motives behind it.