Tabris was from a place that had just discovered the possible medical application of leeches. And yet, as she walked into the party, a grin slowly spread across her face. To say that she was confused was an understatement, she didn't understand almost anything going on. But there was amazing food, a music unlike any she had ever heard before, loud and thrumming, like the beat was going through her body. Plenty of alcohol, and of course, armor.
She had managed to discuss the details with her stylist to get her dress to resemble Grey warden armor, though in mage design, as it was the closest to something that could be used as a dress. And, unfortunately, colored in that gold and red that was everywhere. The striped part modified to go around as a type of a tube top dress, with a half jacket to form the upper part, gloves brown and silk instead of leather, but good enough. The bulk of the armor, that had turned into pants, had been cast aside, leaving her legs oddly bare. The final touch was high heeled boots, meant to feign armor. It was no armor a Grey Warden would wear to battle, but the sense of it gave her some comfort.
She could have slunk into the background, had she tried. Small and lithe, dressed like everyone else, it would have been easy to try to be ignored. But Tabris had a presence that demanded attention, and she, also, demanded attention. Her first stop would be the bar, and she has no idea who the fuck Tony Stark is (aside from what she has seen plastered around the Capitol, kinda looked like a douche to her), but it's a shame he can't win more often, if armor and alcohol are the kind of parties that get thrown for it.
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She had managed to discuss the details with her stylist to get her dress to resemble Grey warden armor, though in mage design, as it was the closest to something that could be used as a dress. And, unfortunately, colored in that gold and red that was everywhere. The striped part modified to go around as a type of a tube top dress, with a half jacket to form the upper part, gloves brown and silk instead of leather, but good enough. The bulk of the armor, that had turned into pants, had been cast aside, leaving her legs oddly bare. The final touch was high heeled boots, meant to feign armor. It was no armor a Grey Warden would wear to battle, but the sense of it gave her some comfort.
She could have slunk into the background, had she tried. Small and lithe, dressed like everyone else, it would have been easy to try to be ignored. But Tabris had a presence that demanded attention, and she, also, demanded attention. Her first stop would be the bar, and she has no idea who the fuck Tony Stark is (aside from what she has seen plastered around the Capitol, kinda looked like a douche to her), but it's a shame he can't win more often, if armor and alcohol are the kind of parties that get thrown for it.