Imp Name:
Genevieve
Why the dress?:
Her feet skimmed the packed ground below before accepting her bodyweight from her wings, the rustle of her sisters feathers receiving their weight echoing in her ears. Her own green wings folded in, tucking themselves tightly against her back as was proper. She lifted her gloved hand, and another took it. A kiss was settled on the fabric before her hand was freed and left to rest against her side. She listen her skirt up an inch or two, climbing the shallow steps daintily. Two sharply dressed gems opened a set of doors simultaneously. Her shoes disappeared and her bare feet spread over the cool stony floor. The eyes of another imp met hers, informing her of the location of the restroom. It had, after all, been a long flight. Nodding politely to the informer, she began to head towards the restroom. As she entered she waited for the door to close.
Click.
She dropped a faked smile.
She dropped her posture.
She looked into the mirror, viewing her reflection's expression. She didn't know how she had fallen into the world of politics, mostly her beloved Mother she supposed. She did love dear old mum, but she did wish she could find her own way.
She checked to make sure her dagger remained strapped to her thigh, and it was.
She laid a gloved hand on the door handle, and inhaled deeply. Once more she donned the posture and faked smile. She pushed the door open and re-entered the lobby, catching a glimpse of her sister across the room.
