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It's One, Two, Three and Suddenly...
*Inside the Parisian theatre hosting the infamous Russian Ballet, Ahiru is sitting on a bench right outside the door of a reserved box and joining chamber. Her blue eyes ripple slightly as they move down toward her white-gloved hands clasped in her lap. This was it...Fakir had just gone in, to announce her to the Dowager Empress...and soon she'd see her. Would she say she was her granddaughter...the grand duchess Anastasia? Ahiru honestly couldn't see how it could be true...yeah, she might look at her, and yeah, Mytho and Fakir taught her an awful lot about how to be a princess, but...it still seemed so strange, to think she could be royalty. But what did that matter, the redhead reminded herself...she wanted to find her family...and she knew she'd love it if the Empress was her family, and if she'd found her way home through all of this...it didn't matter if...her being a princess would mean her life would be different. She'd never been afraid of change, after all! She'd changed on this whole trip, after all, with help from Mytho and Fakir... ...Yes...Fakir helped her an awful lot, even if he was a great big jerk sometimes.
Ahiru looks up, as if to turn her head toward the slightly open door to the Empress's box...and when she does so, she is abruptly taken aback by what she sees.
She was not outside the Empress's box. She wasn't even in the theatre at all, but what looked like a entrance hall of a very dark, very old castle, with polished floors and a grand chandelier above her head.
Ahiru bolts up from the bench she'd been sitting in, her loose, flowing hair being tossed slightly in the abrupt movement as she looks around, her blue eyes very wide.*
W-what...?
*Her head shoots around, looking from one end of the hall to the other. How on earth did she just-?*
...Fakir?
*It was the first thing she'd thought of; Mytho had stayed in the audience during that intermission, so the person she'd closest to and been with was who she called for.*
Fakir! Fakir!
((OOC: Hahahahaaaa, some people might remember Anyahiru, a.k.a. Ahiru in the role of Anya/the Grand Duchess Anastasia from the Fox film Anastasia. She is currently dressed in a certain sleeveless blue gown accompanied by white gloves and a silver choker, with her hair out of its usual braid and flowing loosely. Even though she's been taught how to be a princess, this Ahiru has more attitude and is more independent than most Ahirus, as she spent all of the life she remembers in a rough orphanage in the Soviet Union, so you've been warned! Beware of accidental smacks. ;D))
Ahiru looks up, as if to turn her head toward the slightly open door to the Empress's box...and when she does so, she is abruptly taken aback by what she sees.
She was not outside the Empress's box. She wasn't even in the theatre at all, but what looked like a entrance hall of a very dark, very old castle, with polished floors and a grand chandelier above her head.
Ahiru bolts up from the bench she'd been sitting in, her loose, flowing hair being tossed slightly in the abrupt movement as she looks around, her blue eyes very wide.*
W-what...?
*Her head shoots around, looking from one end of the hall to the other. How on earth did she just-?*
...Fakir?
*It was the first thing she'd thought of; Mytho had stayed in the audience during that intermission, so the person she'd closest to and been with was who she called for.*
Fakir! Fakir!
((OOC: Hahahahaaaa, some people might remember Anyahiru, a.k.a. Ahiru in the role of Anya/the Grand Duchess Anastasia from the Fox film Anastasia. She is currently dressed in a certain sleeveless blue gown accompanied by white gloves and a silver choker, with her hair out of its usual braid and flowing loosely. Even though she's been taught how to be a princess, this Ahiru has more attitude and is more independent than most Ahirus, as she spent all of the life she remembers in a rough orphanage in the Soviet Union, so you've been warned! Beware of accidental smacks. ;D))
