Black Swan isn't quite able to help the soft, surprised exhalation of a sound she makes in response to Acheron's new attire. The Galaxy Ranger is gorgeous; she knew that much already. But something so simple as a suit takes her from beautiful to stunning, and Black Swan has to take a moment to simply... admire the sight. What only adds to the picture is Acheron's clear hesitation, the faint look of tentativeness on her expression gives away how unusual this is for her.
Is being among civilized society really so unusual for a Ranger? Does she really spend all of her time traveling and dispatching threats? It seems like an awfully lonely life. Then again, the life of a Memokeeper is lonely, too. Black Swan typically never feels that way; the memories she wraps herself in are company enough for her. But sometimes it nags at her.
"More than fine, I'd say," she laughs lightly. "You're going to outshine everybody in that ball."
She herself doesn't need the booth, all she needs to do is change the external details of her assumed image. Still, a bit of theatrics is always appreciated, so she gives a twirl, and as she does, her clothes change with a shimmer, turning into a long black dress, lace at her throat, gloves up to elbow. Her veil remains. Considerably understated compared to the ballgowns around her, but Black Swan doesn't think she'd suit so many ruffles.
She takes Acheron's arm, smiling over at her as she guides them toward the entrance. "There. Now we're fit to be seen at such a high society event. With the Family's invitation to so many esteemed guests, no doubt there will be even more important people here than usual. We'll have to be on our best behavior."
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Black Swan isn't quite able to help the soft, surprised exhalation of a sound she makes in response to Acheron's new attire. The Galaxy Ranger is gorgeous; she knew that much already. But something so simple as a suit takes her from beautiful to stunning, and Black Swan has to take a moment to simply... admire the sight. What only adds to the picture is Acheron's clear hesitation, the faint look of tentativeness on her expression gives away how unusual this is for her.
Is being among civilized society really so unusual for a Ranger? Does she really spend all of her time traveling and dispatching threats? It seems like an awfully lonely life. Then again, the life of a Memokeeper is lonely, too. Black Swan typically never feels that way; the memories she wraps herself in are company enough for her. But sometimes it nags at her.
"More than fine, I'd say," she laughs lightly. "You're going to outshine everybody in that ball."
She herself doesn't need the booth, all she needs to do is change the external details of her assumed image. Still, a bit of theatrics is always appreciated, so she gives a twirl, and as she does, her clothes change with a shimmer, turning into a long black dress, lace at her throat, gloves up to elbow. Her veil remains. Considerably understated compared to the ballgowns around her, but Black Swan doesn't think she'd suit so many ruffles.
She takes Acheron's arm, smiling over at her as she guides them toward the entrance. "There. Now we're fit to be seen at such a high society event. With the Family's invitation to so many esteemed guests, no doubt there will be even more important people here than usual. We'll have to be on our best behavior."