Mid-Autumn Festival || Throwing the Handkerchief || Aphro if necessary
She feels as though she's waited for years for it to come 'round again. But at last the leaves have turned orange, the sky a a mild chambray blue, and the air is heavily scented of apples and burning peat fires. Autumn has arrived, and with it brought a wildness to Sheila's blood that burns untamable in her eyes.
After the feasting and the dancing, there is the grandest tradition of all; one of the queen's ladies in waiting is permitted the handkerchief dance. This year, at last, it is Sheila's turn to risk the game of love. Turning her back to the crowd of eager bachelors and knights behind her, she closes her eyes tightly and pitches the handkerchief over her shoulder, with a small prayer. May it land, she hopes intensely, in deft, loving hands.
[OOC: Have a feisty medieval maiden at your disposal, complete with kink list. Headed to instaslows; Females will need to do a bit of convincing, but Sheila's open to both male and female companionship. Aphro application as necessary.]
After the feasting and the dancing, there is the grandest tradition of all; one of the queen's ladies in waiting is permitted the handkerchief dance. This year, at last, it is Sheila's turn to risk the game of love. Turning her back to the crowd of eager bachelors and knights behind her, she closes her eyes tightly and pitches the handkerchief over her shoulder, with a small prayer. May it land, she hopes intensely, in deft, loving hands.
[OOC: Have a feisty medieval maiden at your disposal, complete with kink list. Headed to instaslows; Females will need to do a bit of convincing, but Sheila's open to both male and female companionship. Aphro application as necessary.]