Azucena- colors and banner later
The woman before her was gorgeous, but something seemed out of place about her. Humbly, she seemed to lack the insufferably trained grace of the other ladies. Because Azucena was so used to seeing it, she had grown to believe that it was an innate part of femininity, to move as if she was ere waltzing and always use her manners, but it was not. On the other side of the world, she had no idea what life might be like.
Considering Azucena’s occasional snootiness, apologies to Archibald for her behavior, one might assume she was disapproving of people unlike herself. However, she must clarify that she holds grudges, and sometimes dislikes people for no apparent reason, but that does not include the less fortunate nor the foreign. Although she existed within high society, that was not her place of origin. She, too, came from roots of poverty.
It gave her a sense of respect for the lower classes, knowing that it could have been her in dusty dresses, serving the rich alongside them, and knowing that somewhere, her birth mother was doing that exactly.
At times it felt like the kings court was a glorious head of golden hair under his crown, every person one strand. And she was a split end; just a bit too short, waving up at the end and disrupting the peace. Who was a split end to judge others? For months she practically lived in the brothel considering the nights she slept in the rooms above it, she knew the taste of beer all too well, and could name several men in her life who have seen much more than her ankles. Yet still, she was fair like a dove, and when she batted her eyes, there was a halo shining above her head.
She knew everyone had flaws, she accepted it with a curtsy. That was one of the few graces Regina never taught her, that she actually pined against, but it was Azucena’s doing. Regina could not take her rhythm from her as she spun like lily pads on the nearby pond.
Katrina seemed quite lovely in her eyes. It was a bit charming how shy she seemed, like she wanted to impress the rest of the group. Azucena chuckled lightly, smitten by her disposition. “I am spanish, and feel a very great difference between my homeland and England. I can only imagine how drastic the change must be between here and Ethiopia.” Agreeing with her, she also noticed that although they seemed very different, they had some common things to speak about. Perhaps they might be similar in personality, as well.
“And do not fret about arriving late; since this event is not specifically set for courting, as it is ladies only, we consider it a bit more informal.” That may have been a stretch on part of Azucena, but she did notice that the ambience of the tea party was much calmer than the previous events. She supposed that must have been the reason, and wanted to calm the nerves of the other girl. “That, and perhaps because it is located in the more private setting of the Fleur estate, which is also quite secluded,” she added to be safe, and looked to keep the conversation going. “But I must ask, what has brought you here?”
The girl introduced herself, and Azucena’s was a bit amused. She imagined Eastern African names to be a bit different, but it was a very sweet-sounding set of syllables. It reminded her of a ladybug sitting on the leaf of a sapling. “I am Azucena, the daughter of Marquis Osuna.” She told the girl, but then, some affinity for her warmed Azucena a bit more. “But you can call me blue,” she smiled, referring to the nickname she only uses around a certain set of people. She supposed the girl might need some friends in this land, and Azucena was happy to be the first.
@kristi sorry this took so long bestea