Ah, well, it's not as if I really expected people to notice me anyway, Ariane thought, a wry expression at the thought that normally she had thought it was her abnormal height (at least, so it had seemed) that drew the lack of attention.
She was an attention-getter, a bit of a melodramatic reactor, to be truthful. But at the moment, she hardly cared, simply letting the preparations for the party sweep around her as if she were only some decoration in the inn, someone only a mere decoration flickering over the wall. The day had passed swiftly, and she had finally chosen to move, sitting down on a chair off against the wall, and staring thoughtfully at the tables covered in food.
To be honest, the Calthye woman didn't feel much like partying. She had never learned to dance, as strange as it seemed for a human to lack that knowledge. And if I try drinking, I'll fall over. Just watch... So she sat back to consider the present scene, and wonder, just wonder...
I miss you, Kyrie. All too much.
So Ariane let herself try fade away and just watched the others for a while, wondering what would happen, or whether she could step out of her little nitch and consider doing anything. The music was nice, at any rate. She thought they could've been a bit louder, but it wasn't as if there was any way to change that, the wooden walls swallowing the sound with a fair lack of proper accostics.
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