laceanddoodles
Your run of the mill Victorian lady
"You're alright, Miss Wysasora. Your manners are fine, indeed, and there is nothing to forgive." She paused, taking in the rest of what the young lady had to say, and observing her face and body language. Seeing the surprise, Aurora had to fight to keep back a smile. "It is pretty, isn't it? I wouldn't be surprised if there were magic here, after all. I certainly didn't make the carriage ride here from Arrowyl."
While she had been swept into this like all the rest, pulled away from her own Yuletide celebrations, she fit the room well, in her icy blues and golds and clean whites. Coupled with her cool demeanor she made a proper snow queen. Out of the terror and chaos of her childhood, she had grown to hold her true thoughts feelings quite close to her chest, and not show much emotion at all to any she didn't trust with her life. Which was, perhaps, two or three people, at most. Aurora glanced around, then gave Leena a look that could only be described as furtive. She leaned towards her, just a little, and quietly said, "If I may be honest with you, though, I never did quite enjoy balls."
Mooniee