Usually, Ophelia would never stay in the guild hall unless there was a newcomer here, but she had a change of heart this evening and decided to sit and relax. Of course, to pass the time, she idolized herself by staring at a small hand mirror, smiling at her own reflection. Though what would make time fly faster is if she had someone to ridicule. Ren hadn't shown up in ages and the last time she had saw him was when she slapped cake out of his hands... Or had she done that recently? Without having something to constantly yell at, life was rather boring.
She dressed subtly this evening, though not by much. The noblewoman wore a dark blue dress with floral lace sleeves with a v-neckline. Underneath her long gown she had on a pair of black kitten heels. Her ginger hair was held up in a tight bun with long feathery pins.
"Ugh, I'm simply gorgeous." The noblewoman chuckled to herself, placing a hand on top of her cheek, caressing her smooth skin. Her pride and ego was getting to her, and rather hard it seems, but that was to be expected from her.
How long had it been since she was able to freely walk about in one of her favorite dresses without it getting tattered? Awhile it seemed. Each time she managed to freely walk about outside, she constantly returned in shredded clothing, each designer gown ruined by a mission or a rogue projectile. Ophelia took this moment to soak in the beauty and peacefulness.
She dressed subtly this evening, though not by much. The noblewoman wore a dark blue dress with floral lace sleeves with a v-neckline. Underneath her long gown she had on a pair of black kitten heels. Her ginger hair was held up in a tight bun with long feathery pins.
"Ugh, I'm simply gorgeous." The noblewoman chuckled to herself, placing a hand on top of her cheek, caressing her smooth skin. Her pride and ego was getting to her, and rather hard it seems, but that was to be expected from her.
How long had it been since she was able to freely walk about in one of her favorite dresses without it getting tattered? Awhile it seemed. Each time she managed to freely walk about outside, she constantly returned in shredded clothing, each designer gown ruined by a mission or a rogue projectile. Ophelia took this moment to soak in the beauty and peacefulness.
