Things turned out relatively peaceful, at least in the corner Mao chose of the festivities. ’Removed yet not blind,’ she thought with a happy hum, able to observe a lot of entertaining happenings from the perch of the shaded corner. People even began leaving the tables to head to the dance floor once the opening performance ended and someone changed the ballroom classics into more jazzy and upbeat tunes. Overall it was…well she supposed she could deem it fun if the concept made more sense to her. The outfits shone beautifully, the music blared, food nearby wafted and smelled heavenly…and yet the world felt as though a veil lay over it, not only separating her from everything, but dampening the overall experience.
If anything it was like sitting in a glass bubble and getting to watch while completely invisible to everyone.
Just as the woman was struggling why this notion chafed more than it should’ve – as honestly this had been the norm for the past few months – someone decided to rouse her from her thoughts for whatever reason. Blinking slowly her head turned as if mechanically to face the other person, blankly taking in the exuberant woman’s appearance.
’Her name is…Aiyana I believe.’
Dredging up what few memories she owned of the woman, Mao recalled her to be something of a friendly type, though they’d only spoken a little here and there. She got along well enough with others, or so the impression went. ’It feels right,’ was Mao’s conclusion to the observation as she nodded towards the woman, ”I have been well. I hope you have been the same?” The words came out as politely as she’d hoped, the odd-eared woman not realizing just how plain and unfeeling they sounded with her bland tone. What had possessed this woman to come and talk to her when there were far more interesting people to mingle with? The smile on her face bespoke of someone who should be out on the dance floor shaking her rump to the music, not sitting in this corner with someone such as Mao.
’How strange…maybe she’s merely trying to include me before she toddles along.’
If anything it was like sitting in a glass bubble and getting to watch while completely invisible to everyone.
Just as the woman was struggling why this notion chafed more than it should’ve – as honestly this had been the norm for the past few months – someone decided to rouse her from her thoughts for whatever reason. Blinking slowly her head turned as if mechanically to face the other person, blankly taking in the exuberant woman’s appearance.
’Her name is…Aiyana I believe.’
Dredging up what few memories she owned of the woman, Mao recalled her to be something of a friendly type, though they’d only spoken a little here and there. She got along well enough with others, or so the impression went. ’It feels right,’ was Mao’s conclusion to the observation as she nodded towards the woman, ”I have been well. I hope you have been the same?” The words came out as politely as she’d hoped, the odd-eared woman not realizing just how plain and unfeeling they sounded with her bland tone. What had possessed this woman to come and talk to her when there were far more interesting people to mingle with? The smile on her face bespoke of someone who should be out on the dance floor shaking her rump to the music, not sitting in this corner with someone such as Mao.
’How strange…maybe she’s merely trying to include me before she toddles along.’