[Tifa had spent the better part of the night twirling on the dance floor and being whisked about, but even she needs a moment of reprieve from playing princess for a night. After splitting off from Eustace to mingle a little, and to try finding some of her other friends under these masks, she finds herself back at the brooches. It was a good idea—implementing a fun way to interact with people she might not have found herself meeting tonight, or any night for that matter, and there's no shortage of interesting people around these parts.
She's already heading back towards the ballroom proper with two more in hand when she hears a voice calling out from beside her, and a sharp, nervous feeling suddenly pricks at the back of her neck. For the briefest of moments, she swears the thick, metallic smell of mako fills her head, and everything in her vision turns an ominous blueish-green. She feels like that voice is distantly familiar, but it's so difficult to place, and it's all so fleeting that she hardly has time to piece it all together before she's turning around to the source of the voice.
It's a good thing her face is concealed, because at least her black wolf mask helps to hide the confusion finding its way into the wrinkles of her brow as she looks at the man searching for his partner.
And as luck would have it, one of the brooches in her hand shimmers brightly in response, the very same green that his is sparkling.
Tifa holds it out in her gloved palm as she slowly approaches, though her suddenly tense body language and her sheepish laugh and smile to match it speak volumes.]
... Looks like you got off easy with that one.
[She motions to the green one he's holding in his hand.]
half of a pair, maybe theirs is a little later into the evening? 👀
She's already heading back towards the ballroom proper with two more in hand when she hears a voice calling out from beside her, and a sharp, nervous feeling suddenly pricks at the back of her neck. For the briefest of moments, she swears the thick, metallic smell of mako fills her head, and everything in her vision turns an ominous blueish-green. She feels like that voice is distantly familiar, but it's so difficult to place, and it's all so fleeting that she hardly has time to piece it all together before she's turning around to the source of the voice.
It's a good thing her face is concealed, because at least her black wolf mask helps to hide the confusion finding its way into the wrinkles of her brow as she looks at the man searching for his partner.
And as luck would have it, one of the brooches in her hand shimmers brightly in response, the very same green that his is sparkling.
Tifa holds it out in her gloved palm as she slowly approaches, though her suddenly tense body language and her sheepish laugh and smile to match it speak volumes.]
... Looks like you got off easy with that one.
[She motions to the green one he's holding in his hand.]