Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-25955740-20170825032957/@comment-25955740-20170825033047

Reversed; seven twenty on spot. Held within delicate fingertips, pleasure to the hues as it read out, it was an invitation sent by Godric and one that required formal wear—Slipping into clothes, brushing her hair and getting a blessing. Tender touch to the cheek, a breeze held warm and gentle as she traveled to a familiar place, a small little walk down what most would call memory lane—Swaying, fabrics danced in her walk. Fashioning a less traditional kimono that clung to her frame in a hug, it had a part that revealed her right leg from her foot to her five inches above her knee, below the waist, the dress as three layers, two lacey and one solid colored one; sapphire and arctic shades gave it a simmer effect much looking into the surface of water, as there was a small bit of sparkle between the layers. Torso, it exposed the the collarbone area, shoulders and neck—Strapless, it seemed fade into an interesting white awhile having a bit of flowery lacing over the solid color. To her hair, the back was place up in a braided bun with blue camellia flower clipping in hold, her longer bangs to her face her looped under her ears and braided to the bun too, and to finish it all off, her shoes weren’t flat, but they were high heeled, they were simple and had half an inch to height to add for her.. Because.. Someone thought it was a good idea. In terms of makeup, she didn’t quite any, aside from gloss and a bit of nude colored eyeshadow with a tap  of blue.   Formal aside, this felt a bit awkward; nervousness really. Held in her gloved left hand, she held the edges of her dress, she had to be elegant, as Moushi literally hit her with all the formal attire rules; wear and be the part , he said. Inside her, she really didn’t want to be seen like this, because she felt self-conscious, that was a new feeling and walking down this dim lit scenery, following the ivy moss that once guided her the first time going this way, she saw the gate and it’s guards in view—Beating, racing; her heart felt weird; please don’t die of embarrassment . She didn’t have anything covering her ears, she didn’t have anything cover her neck, the Vulpecula mark, but she held her green necklace. Tender touch to the cheek, a breeze held warm and gentle as she traveled to a familiar place, a small little walk down what most would call memory lane—Swaying, fabrics danced in her walk. It was funny, when she thought about it, how much time really passed? It seemed Godric and her good friends from day one, if that was friends met, how about a special friend? She did a lot with him, things she couldn’t quite allow with others without hurting them or them hurting her.. Between the learning and conversation, the secrets and exchanges, she could say, it honestly felt good and it was quite fun. How it started though.. If she had disagreed, if she didn’t take that day’s delivery, this wouldn’t have happened.   Ceasing in these thoughts. She noticed something. Reflecting in her amethyst hues, those guards were there, those scary, terrifying, totally ready to kill her, guards. They were scary.. ‘Specially, under the moon! In the night! To the gate, the first guard to address her, she’ll instantly offer forth her invitation with a steady-totally-not-trembling hand. “ Afternoon .” She greeted, tenderly and as sweet as she could be.