Most of the time, Lei'lira was barely aware of the fact that she was a baroness. Such things were so far removed from her life that it was easy to forget. She had a farm to run, after all. She hoped to be able to open a breeding farm one day, and she was taking steps down the beginning of that road. Fancy dresses, and fancier parties had no place in her world. Lei'lira wasn't even entirely certain of what a baroness was supposed to do.
But today was different. The Andaris family was hosting a party. Lei'lra didn't know what they were celebrating. Nor did she especially care. She wasn't certain that they needed a reason. What did matter was that as nobles, either she, or Lazuli had to go. If they didn't, people might be upset, or get offended. And that would be bad. Lei'lira didn't know why the other nobles would care if they went, or not. But they did. And Lazuli was busy, so it fell on her to go.
As Lei'lira approached the gates slowly, the guard eyed her skeptically. She couldn't blame them. The kind of people that belonged at parties like this wore fancy dresses made of insanely expensive materials that were so fragile that they tore when you looked at them too harshly. She was dressed in clean, sturdy work clothes. Sensible clothes.
The guards moved to stop her, but they were not unkind when they explained that the party was not for the likes of her. Lei'lira longed to be able to leave it at that. They weren't wrong. She had no place being here. And yet...people might think badly of Lazuli if she didn't go. So she showed the guards her invitation, and explained who she was. The name Warrick seemed to explain her appearance to them, because they nodded, and let her through.
The house was huge. And fancy. Lei'lira couldn't help but wonder how many families could be fed for a whole arc on the money it took to pay for all of this. Someone introduced her as Baroness Warrick, but thankfully, people seemed to be occupied with a commotion of some kind. Several women among the crowd were dressed in outfits that were far too revealing for her taste. Not that she could say anything about inappropriate clothing. Some of the dresses that she saw people wearing probably cost more than she earned in an arc.
It didn't take long for Lei'lira to become hopelessly lost. Lei'luna stood nearby, looking as uncomfortable as she felt. Lei'lira wondered how long she had to stay before she could slip out and make her escape. But she was shocked out of her train of thought when she saw someone hurl a watermelon at someone else. Soon afterwards, she heard a familiar voice insulting someone, possibly the person who had thrown the melon.
Relieved to find that she knew someone at the party, Lei'lira made her way in the direction Vivian's voice had come from. She did her best to stay out of everyone's way, inching along as best she could. Someone offered her a glass of wine from a tray, but Lei'lira politely refused it. When she finally reached the center of the room, Lei'lira found an out of the way spot where she could watch what was going on.
But today was different. The Andaris family was hosting a party. Lei'lra didn't know what they were celebrating. Nor did she especially care. She wasn't certain that they needed a reason. What did matter was that as nobles, either she, or Lazuli had to go. If they didn't, people might be upset, or get offended. And that would be bad. Lei'lira didn't know why the other nobles would care if they went, or not. But they did. And Lazuli was busy, so it fell on her to go.
As Lei'lira approached the gates slowly, the guard eyed her skeptically. She couldn't blame them. The kind of people that belonged at parties like this wore fancy dresses made of insanely expensive materials that were so fragile that they tore when you looked at them too harshly. She was dressed in clean, sturdy work clothes. Sensible clothes.
The guards moved to stop her, but they were not unkind when they explained that the party was not for the likes of her. Lei'lira longed to be able to leave it at that. They weren't wrong. She had no place being here. And yet...people might think badly of Lazuli if she didn't go. So she showed the guards her invitation, and explained who she was. The name Warrick seemed to explain her appearance to them, because they nodded, and let her through.
The house was huge. And fancy. Lei'lira couldn't help but wonder how many families could be fed for a whole arc on the money it took to pay for all of this. Someone introduced her as Baroness Warrick, but thankfully, people seemed to be occupied with a commotion of some kind. Several women among the crowd were dressed in outfits that were far too revealing for her taste. Not that she could say anything about inappropriate clothing. Some of the dresses that she saw people wearing probably cost more than she earned in an arc.
It didn't take long for Lei'lira to become hopelessly lost. Lei'luna stood nearby, looking as uncomfortable as she felt. Lei'lira wondered how long she had to stay before she could slip out and make her escape. But she was shocked out of her train of thought when she saw someone hurl a watermelon at someone else. Soon afterwards, she heard a familiar voice insulting someone, possibly the person who had thrown the melon.
Relieved to find that she knew someone at the party, Lei'lira made her way in the direction Vivian's voice had come from. She did her best to stay out of everyone's way, inching along as best she could. Someone offered her a glass of wine from a tray, but Lei'lira politely refused it. When she finally reached the center of the room, Lei'lira found an out of the way spot where she could watch what was going on.
