[ Masquerades fall under the fancy ball category, the sort of event Hawke always tried to avoid unless absolutely necessary back home. They meant dressing up and this one wasn't any different. Worse, she wasn't even the one who picked out what she's wearing! Not that she looks bad in what a certain fashionable thief picked out; a long red gown and a black mask that manages to be simple and intricate at the same time. The mask in particular is something she finds silly, personally, but it isn't the worst outcome. Still, a little too Orlesian, right?
Right.
Anyway, regardless of how nice it looks, a dress is still a dress and a full length one, including heels? She's not going to risk being social on those! No, no, she's going to sulk off by a wall, for the most part, although at some point she has to go in search of a drink.
It's then that what she was expecting to happen does, indeed, happen, and she steps on her own dress, immediately tripping with all the grace of-- well, of nothing graceful, so. Yeah. ]
Whoa! [ Hello, whoever she's just tripped right into, she's going to be hanging onto your arm to steady herself. ] Ah, well now, that could have gone worse...
hawke / ota
Right.
Anyway, regardless of how nice it looks, a dress is still a dress and a full length one, including heels? She's not going to risk being social on those! No, no, she's going to sulk off by a wall, for the most part, although at some point she has to go in search of a drink.
It's then that what she was expecting to happen does, indeed, happen, and she steps on her own dress, immediately tripping with all the grace of-- well, of nothing graceful, so. Yeah. ]
Whoa! [ Hello, whoever she's just tripped right into, she's going to be hanging onto your arm to steady herself. ] Ah, well now, that could have gone worse...