[Nadine is more than happy to have something to take her mind off the execution. While she's not against putting deserving offenders to death, the whole thing had been so theatrical and ritualized. She's learned not to trust godlike beings that revel in a spectacle of death.
But it's over and done with, and she's flush with coins and eager to try and shake off all of the grimness of the last couple of months. There's been so much. Why not indulge in some needless retail therapy? All the New Magic products are interesting, if nothing else.
She can be found moving through the various stalls and tables and carpets of items, stopping here and there. For a change, she looks nothing like she does when on the job. Gone is her practical black linen and cotton, replaced with a fanciful day dress. Her hair is loose rather than pinned on top of her head or held in a severe bun.]
Garden Feast
[Usually these sorts of things just feel like a bit of silly fun. This time it feels like something more. Nadine's proud of what she's done throughout the entirety of the crisis, and she likes the acknowledgement. So many of them had done so much, poured all of their strength and energy into every part of the rescue effort...
This celebration actually feels deserved.
Dressed in a white and gold gown that's a bit more daring than she usually wears out, she's doing her best to just enjoy the night. The food is amazing, the entertainment is stunning, and the location means a great deal to her. She knows how much Jaskier had put into it, how much it means to him. It's fitting, to hold this here.
While not the most social of butterflies, Nadine will be trying to mingle with the other Summoned. She'll happily chat with whoever she ends up sitting next to for the feast, and will hover at the edges of the dancefloor and watch the entertainment with interested curiosity.
Except when Jaskier performs, when she'll be right there at the edge of the stage, grinning up at him like a schoolgirl.]
Nadine Cross | The Stand | Free Cities
[Nadine is more than happy to have something to take her mind off the execution. While she's not against putting deserving offenders to death, the whole thing had been so theatrical and ritualized. She's learned not to trust godlike beings that revel in a spectacle of death.
But it's over and done with, and she's flush with coins and eager to try and shake off all of the grimness of the last couple of months. There's been so much. Why not indulge in some needless retail therapy? All the New Magic products are interesting, if nothing else.
She can be found moving through the various stalls and tables and carpets of items, stopping here and there. For a change, she looks nothing like she does when on the job. Gone is her practical black linen and cotton, replaced with a fanciful day dress. Her hair is loose rather than pinned on top of her head or held in a severe bun.]
Garden Feast
[Usually these sorts of things just feel like a bit of silly fun. This time it feels like something more. Nadine's proud of what she's done throughout the entirety of the crisis, and she likes the acknowledgement. So many of them had done so much, poured all of their strength and energy into every part of the rescue effort...
This celebration actually feels deserved.
Dressed in a white and gold gown that's a bit more daring than she usually wears out, she's doing her best to just enjoy the night. The food is amazing, the entertainment is stunning, and the location means a great deal to her. She knows how much Jaskier had put into it, how much it means to him. It's fitting, to hold this here.
While not the most social of butterflies, Nadine will be trying to mingle with the other Summoned. She'll happily chat with whoever she ends up sitting next to for the feast, and will hover at the edges of the dancefloor and watch the entertainment with interested curiosity.
Except when Jaskier performs, when she'll be right there at the edge of the stage, grinning up at him like a schoolgirl.]