Queen's Light

The Dance

There were three main ballrooms in the castle of the Kingdom of Misfits, all slightly similar but different in their own way.

All were large, with high arched ceilings and chandeliers, with one wall lined by windows. The first room featured gold filigree in the walls and the marbled floors, with intricate murals painted wherever there had been available space. The second room was much more simple, though elegant in its own way, with etched tiles covering the floors, silver coating the stone walls, and suits of armor lining the entryway. The third room, Rhiannon's favorite, was to be the home of the upcoming Winter Ball. Its floors were made of polished white marble, sparkling with threads of silver and gold that weaved and twisted. The walls were painted white, occasionally interrupted by curling designs of ice blue. Low archways led to a set of doorways that opened straight into the courtyard. Compliments of Prongs, those doors would be left open during the ball for guests to enter and exit as freely as they wished.

Rhiannon didn't really know what made her venture into the third ballroom that day. Perhaps it was her joyful mood (courtesy of the events of the past few days), or the fact that she'd been musing over the past ever since that dream of murdering the scout boy. Whatever the case, her incessant wanderlust had brought her there, and she found herself in pure awe of the beauty of it, as though she were a common farm girl who had never seen a royal ball.

A distant memory called to her, one from far before the war. She listened to it, and gradually began to recognize the sounds of music echoing across time. Feeling the sudden urge to dance, she broke into a waltz, still hearing that ethereal music from a time long since passed.

Then she stopped. Puzzled, she walked through the waltz again. Strange. It wasn't the traditional waltz she'd learned before her coronation.

It hit her, suddenly, that the dance she'd been executing was a Southern waltz, something she had been taught by her mother.

How curious, she thought, that she hadn't remembered it even exited until now.

She went into the waltz again, trying to remember all its parts, until the room melted away and there was nothing more to the world than her feet and that drifting music.

This is an open rp for anyone who wants to. I want to do this on an individual basis, which is why I didn't post this in Misfit's Roleplay. Be sure to tag me in your first comment so that I can see it.