002nd Promotion ♛ Shall we dance?

[promotedpawn]

[In the Great Hall of a palace made of crystal, gold and white marble, there's a party, a big one with many guests who mingle with each other, dance, talk, laugh and eat, enjoying themselves. Everyone is in their best suits and dresses, even you, unexpected guest, will find yourself perfectly dressed for the occasion, the only difference between you and them is that them all wear masks covering their faces completely or partially. Even the musicians, at a corner of the gigantic room, cover their faces as they play music without rest or pause. The music is delicious and keeps tempting you to dance. The delicate food spread all over the tables at each side of the room also invite you to take a bite or take a drink, it doesn't matter how much you eat or drink, the food never runs out neither do the drinks.

The ceiling raises high over your head, higher and higher than your eyesight can reach, point at which it melts into a nocturne sky full of sparkling stars that shimmer and dance on their own private dance floor. No matter where you look the large windows, that show to a garden full of bright crimson and silver flowers, are all closed. Yet there must be a door or a window open as to explain the natural present of those golden butterflies and brightly red cicadas that circle around in the air, flying everywhere but not bothering anyone. Then again, they aren't exactly normal insects, are they? There are no butterflies or cicadas made of golden or red light that burst into small harmless sparkles the moment you poke at them. But it doesn't matter, why should it?

Come and relax uninvited guest. No one care where you're from or why you're here so don't worry yourself with those things either. Just relax and enjoy yourself in this dreamlike party. Who knows how long will it last?]

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[repudiate]

[ It doesn't take long for Ange to realise it's another dream. Even though she's been at parties before in her life, dragged along by her aunt because of their status yet not permitted to even have fun, this is definitely different. Especially since she's sure she didn't put a dress like this on, it was already rare enough for her to wear a dress in general either way. Even her hair is done up, and no matter where she glances she can only see people dressed in a similar formal way, except.. they all have masks and she doesn't, almost making her feel strangely vulnerable in her lack of mask.

Maybe that's what makes her keep mostly to herself rather than join in with the partying masses, moving through the people but trying her best to not interact with them much, to not be seen much until she can figure what's going on here in this dream.

When she reaches one of the windows though, standing near the side of the room, she suddenly finds the butterflies when she glances up. The witches-- wait, so this was just some normal dream she was having rather than something from another person like she had been dreaming about lately? A moment later she spots the cicadas too though, and-- ... ah. Those seem familiar too, and it's those that make her quickly turn around in surprise, glancing towards the crowd again, unsure whether she's looking to see if he's there or whether he's not there. ]

[waterfell]

[There's a guest in a simple but elegant blue gown, slipping among the other guests with ease. She draws them to her somehow, attracting notice and attention with no visible effort while she stays animated and smiling, too.

She's dancing with someone else when she notices Primo. When the music ends, she makes the correct farewell to her partner and seeks out the wizard.

"It's been awhile," she tells him in a low voice. She makes a gesture to take in their surroundings. "This is beautiful. Is it an illusion?"

[findmyownreason]

Cloud's not a dancer. Not if anyone values their toes. And he's not one for social situations though he's not as awkward as he once was. He still stands off to the side of all of it, more at ease watching than participating. Too much social interaction he's not equipped for. The food's good though and the music's nice. He thinks his family... his family... would enjoy it if they could be here. Maybe next time. Tifa can wear something as beautiful as she is and the kids can quietly chase the butterflies and pretend they're in a magic castle. He thinks even Denzel could forget himself long enough to enjoy that.

Reaching out he touches one of the zipping red bugs just to watch it explode in a mini-firework that he holds out his hand to catch the last glints of in his palm, wonder in his blue eyes.