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Gyda Ragnarsdottir ([personal profile] like_quicksilver) wrote in [community profile] riverviewlogs 2018-01-05 11:09 pm (UTC)

Gyda Ragnarsdottir | OTA

ooc: can switch to 'action' if preferred

Fireworks
There had been fireworks before in Riverview before, but she'd been too sick to enjoy them, confined to bed rest. These though, these she noticed. The sounds were loud enough even when she was inside, leaving her thinking there was an attack of the gods or other creatures.

There was no such thing, but to look at the fireworks, Gyda couldn't believe they had nothing to do with the gods. Once she got used to the noise, she could only stare in wonder at the brightness and color. Not even the winter lights or lightening from Thor's hammer could create such brilliance.

"How are they created?" She asked outloud, her eyes still drawn towards the sky.

Glow Ball; dinner and dancing

She had no idea why this was called a ball, even when it was described to her. Yet, all of what she was told couldn't prepare her for what she saw before her. Weeks living in Riverview, she thought she was used to what the city had to offer-but she was clearly wrong.

The day before, she'd used her money to buy a dress and set of boots. Perhaps she could've worn her gown from Yul, but she didn't wish to give the impression that she couldn't afford more than one gown, not when they were so readily available.

She was glad she did. Looking around, she thought for a moment this wasn't of the realm of man but of gods. Everything was so splendid that for a good five minutes, she could only walk around in awe, admiring everything and everyone she saw.

The rooms with music caught her attention most of all. There was no such dancing back home. People didn't really dance with eachother in pairs, only groups. Some of the more energetic dances resembled something from home, but others, the dances where people danced in pairs, just confused her. The slower songs especially, it didn't look like dancing but just walking in circles.

Some points of the evening, she did find herself hungry, actually going to the tables and picking at this food or that. Most of it looked too nice to eat, but she wasn't about to let it stop her.

ooc: if you want a different starter or a specific plot, message me at [plurk.com profile] rschwartz501

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