May the Chariots Burn

A Gala's Glory

Moon glances up at the wall, it had been 30 minutes since her breakdown. She had yet to talk to Sun today, but with everything going on, she doesn't think she can. Moon was calming herself down from the panic attack, forcing herself to breathe through it. She despised Bolide, and for good reason (a part of her mind whispers, no, you blamed him for it. He could do nothing else but hate you. You are not the victim here.). She looked around the room, focusing on her surroundings as her mind came back from the haze. Moon blinked slowly, her breathing returning to its normal pace. She jolted, a knock sounding at the door. She stood up, her legs weak and shaky after her whole ordeal. Her thoughts were scrambled, languages mixing and ideas colliding. She fumbled with the door handle, eventually opening it after about 5 seconds of attempting to get a good grip on the metal handle.

        "Ms. Earthlight?" Moon stared at her personal assistant at the door. Her assistant (or maid, really, but Moon refused to call her that. It felt demeaning) glanced at the door, her big grey eyes dancing around the room to make sure nothing bad had happened. It was a habit she found her assistant indulged in a lot, probably something to do with keeping her boss safe. Her assistant was wearing black dress pants, a crimson collared shirt, and a black suit vest over it. Her light brown hair was going down to her waist. Red dyed pieces framed her face, a contrast that made her eyes stand out. She spoke again after Moon had yet to respond.

        "Ms. Earthlight?" She repeated. "Are you alright? Should I call the doctor?" Moon held up a hand, signaling for her assistant to give her a moment.

        "Yes, I'm fine, Ell. Thank you for asking." Moon paused for a second, before continuing. "And I told you to stop calling me by my last name." She said dryly.

        "Oh!" Her assistant jumped slightly, like she had been shocked. "Yes, but it feels too unprofessional. You're my boss! I can't just call you by your first name! That would be less boss-employee and more friend-ish." She justified her decision to use Moon's last name rather than Moon's first name. Moon just blinked and accepted it, there wasn't much she could do to convince her assistant anyway.

        "Alright, Satellite." Moon said, putting emphasis on Ell's real name. Her assistant visibly reeled back, her face contorting into something disgusted. She shook the look off quickly though.

        "I understand how you feel now." Her assistant said shyly. Moon snorted, stepping out of the room and beckoning Ell to come along with her. Ell quickly fell behind on Moon's right side, her hands folded behind her back, walking with good posture. Moon always did wonder who had trained Ell and why she performed like such. Her body language was always unreadable or unreliable. It was confusing, but that was the reason Moon kept her around. She was interesting, and she was kind. Moon took a deep breath, de-stressing, for she knew the next conversation was about to stress her out again. She led the two towards the garden.

        "How long until the gala?" Moon asked, and winced when she was given an answer.

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        Sun stared at the rings in her hand, nervousness flooding through her. Perhaps it was too much? No, no, Moon and Sun had talked about it before. Sun's eyes bore holes into the gems locked into the rings. Indicolite and Imperial Topaz. Sun was ready to wear the gorgeous blue gem, but would Moon wear the orange one? She just got her nails done, an orange color to match the orange jewel. The gala would start in an hour and a half, and Sun had yet to get dressed in her formal clothing. She sighed, putting the rings on her desk and walking into her walk-in closet and getting to the dress section. Obviously she couldn't outdo her girlfriend, but she couldn't wear her shabby clothes either. She thought about wearing something orange, but then she reconsidered when she realized it would be too much orange. She looked towards her beige area, confusion crossing her face when she couldn't pick between 3 outfits. She reached towards the side of the door, pulling the rope to signal her personal assistant to her room. No less than 5 minutes later, her door quietly opened and her assistant stepped into the room.