[Airehiriel]

Dressed in a simple gown of sky blue, Airehiriel made her way to the red carpet. The tall and slender elf walked slowly. She had heels on, and she wasn't particularly graceful, unlike the vast majority of Elves. Somehow, the Elvish grace skipped her, leaving her with a bad tendency to trip, and to bump into things, as if she were an awkward human teenager. Of course she always made up for her lack of coordination with humor. She was always trying to brighten someones day with a laugh.

She surveyed the scene, looking for familiar faces. She watched as the Elf who married the Dwarf with the Beard walked in. She felt a brief flash of envy as the Elf glided in so elegantly. Airehiriel knew quite well no one would use the word 'elegant' to describe her. She heard the crowd cheer and fawn over other members as they arrived, and wished there might be some for her.

She stepped onto the bright red carpeting, but failed to notice the small fold of carpet that stuck up in the air. Her toe caught the fold, and she started to trip forward. She stuck her other foot out to catch herself, and pinwheeled her arms in the air. As her feet continued to stumble forward, and her arms whirl, she saw the flash of many bulbs going off.

~Oh no!~ She thought to herself. ~Now all the papers will have pictures of my grand entrance!~ After she gathered herself, she gave the crowd a smile as if she meant to do that, and her smile was meet with laughter. ~Silly ole Airehiriel, they all are probably thinking. Oh, well, best not let this ruin my fun.~

She hadn't made plans to meet anyone, and she didn't have a date, so Airehirel walked in, hoping to find someone who might talk to her.

[ May 01, 2003: Message edited by: Airehiriel ]