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jadedragoness! You can check it out in their gallery here. Adhara has an occasion to dress up all fancy, and she's made Adhara look quite good doing it! So pretty and so fancy, out and about looking fine and enjoying herself. Or at least trying to! I came up with a decently long story for this one, which you can check out here! Sample below:
Her scales seemed to tingle as she stepped in from the warm, humid night to the building's far less muggy, climate-controlled interior, a gentle soothing smell of woodsmoke on the air to greet her. A grand staircase that swept to the upper floor dominated the foyer, to be equaled only by the massive carved wooden doors beneath it, presently closed, that went into the main ballroom--the only room large enough for a dragon to use their proper form--while smaller openings to the east and west wings of the club were open: one led to cozy, well-appointed lounge, while the other led to a parlor where a half-dozen dragons stood and talked. Just inside the entry door on the right was a seating arrangement beneath small portraits of famous historical dragons, while on the left the host waited to receive them. "Good evening. How may we be of service?"
Tiretch answered for the group. "The Broker is expecting us at nine; Lady Abronia has business to conduct."
He nodded to the three of them, showing no reaction to greeting the younger lady of her family. "Of course. They await you in the library, my lady, if you'll follow me."
She followed the host's lead up the broad, softly carpeted stairs with her two bodyguards trailing behind, then turned down a hallway lined with paintings and sculptures. A little ways along he stopped where a door stood open, gesturing for them to enter a wood-paneled room filled with books, an elaborately carved fireplace, and a grand table; even the ceiling was finely decorated, coffered wood with decorated inlaid stone. One dragon was seated at the center of that table, another beside her, while three more stood and talked quietly at the far end of the room, perking up as Adhara entered--she'd only needed to hesitate a brief moment to steel herself.
The elder dragoness at the table in the prim, businesslike pantsuit could only be the Broker, while her assistant and two others were male; that left the final dragon as Piscarra Kilmarock, whose elegant full-length gown matched the blue of her neck-scales well enough that it almost seemed to be a part of her and made the contrasting markings of red by her eyes stand out still more strongly. She froze for a moment, her expression reading complete surprise at the appearance of the younger Abronia, before she recovered herself. "Why, this is an unexpected occasion," she said, coming over with her escort on her tail. "While I had inquired after your health when... shall we say, dragons began to speak of you a couple of months ago, I hadn't expected to make your acquaintance myself, or at least not so soon! You may call me Piscarra; and you are?"
Some of the etiquette Adhara struggled to remember; the older dragoness hadn't offered so much as a bob of her head, so she didn't either, too focused on giving a proper reply and not making some sort of egregious mistake to wonder just what dragons might have chosen to gossip concerning her, presumably after the unveiling of her painting. "My name is Adhara; it is good to meet you directly," she said, formally, as if she had been following the progress of negotiations all along and finally had this chance to encounter the other side. "My mother regrets that she could not attend to the culmination of our efforts herself."
"On the contrary; I feel honored to have the privilege to meet her heir before so many others." She smiled, though her eyes--and both of her companions'--flicked to Rhossem for just a moment; she resisted the urge to look herself, whatever he had done to draw attention. This was difficult enough to navigate without a member of her escort seemingly causing trouble.
"It is 9 o'clock," said the Broker, enunciating precisely. "Are both parties ready to begin?"
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jadedragoness! You can check it out in their gallery here. Adhara has an occasion to dress up all fancy, and she's made Adhara look quite good doing it! So pretty and so fancy, out and about looking fine and enjoying herself. Or at least trying to! I came up with a decently long story for this one, which you can check out here! Sample below:Her scales seemed to tingle as she stepped in from the warm, humid night to the building's far less muggy, climate-controlled interior, a gentle soothing smell of woodsmoke on the air to greet her. A grand staircase that swept to the upper floor dominated the foyer, to be equaled only by the massive carved wooden doors beneath it, presently closed, that went into the main ballroom--the only room large enough for a dragon to use their proper form--while smaller openings to the east and west wings of the club were open: one led to cozy, well-appointed lounge, while the other led to a parlor where a half-dozen dragons stood and talked. Just inside the entry door on the right was a seating arrangement beneath small portraits of famous historical dragons, while on the left the host waited to receive them. "Good evening. How may we be of service?"
Tiretch answered for the group. "The Broker is expecting us at nine; Lady Abronia has business to conduct."
He nodded to the three of them, showing no reaction to greeting the younger lady of her family. "Of course. They await you in the library, my lady, if you'll follow me."
She followed the host's lead up the broad, softly carpeted stairs with her two bodyguards trailing behind, then turned down a hallway lined with paintings and sculptures. A little ways along he stopped where a door stood open, gesturing for them to enter a wood-paneled room filled with books, an elaborately carved fireplace, and a grand table; even the ceiling was finely decorated, coffered wood with decorated inlaid stone. One dragon was seated at the center of that table, another beside her, while three more stood and talked quietly at the far end of the room, perking up as Adhara entered--she'd only needed to hesitate a brief moment to steel herself.
The elder dragoness at the table in the prim, businesslike pantsuit could only be the Broker, while her assistant and two others were male; that left the final dragon as Piscarra Kilmarock, whose elegant full-length gown matched the blue of her neck-scales well enough that it almost seemed to be a part of her and made the contrasting markings of red by her eyes stand out still more strongly. She froze for a moment, her expression reading complete surprise at the appearance of the younger Abronia, before she recovered herself. "Why, this is an unexpected occasion," she said, coming over with her escort on her tail. "While I had inquired after your health when... shall we say, dragons began to speak of you a couple of months ago, I hadn't expected to make your acquaintance myself, or at least not so soon! You may call me Piscarra; and you are?"
Some of the etiquette Adhara struggled to remember; the older dragoness hadn't offered so much as a bob of her head, so she didn't either, too focused on giving a proper reply and not making some sort of egregious mistake to wonder just what dragons might have chosen to gossip concerning her, presumably after the unveiling of her painting. "My name is Adhara; it is good to meet you directly," she said, formally, as if she had been following the progress of negotiations all along and finally had this chance to encounter the other side. "My mother regrets that she could not attend to the culmination of our efforts herself."
"On the contrary; I feel honored to have the privilege to meet her heir before so many others." She smiled, though her eyes--and both of her companions'--flicked to Rhossem for just a moment; she resisted the urge to look herself, whatever he had done to draw attention. This was difficult enough to navigate without a member of her escort seemingly causing trouble.
"It is 9 o'clock," said the Broker, enunciating precisely. "Are both parties ready to begin?"
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