*Dream 06* Schneizel Payment 2/3
Jaina isn't quite sure where she is. It's a giant, palatial ballroom, the likes of which she's never seen before - not even the royal splendor of Lordaeron or Silvermoon has ever been able to match this. Still, somehow she feels almost at home as she stands at the top of a curving, grand stairway that leads down to the empty main floor. There's a magnificent chandelier glittering with a thousand points of crystal light above her, and the smooth fabric of her midnight blue ball gown and jewel-encrusted choker shimmer beneath its radiance. Jaina's hair is pulled up in an elaborate style, and anyone who knows the sorceress here in Somarium might be surprised at how drastically different she looks when she's... well, dressed for the occasion.
Even if it's far from her usual attire, she wears it well, Lady Proudmoore in sense as well as in name - Jaina carefully descends the arching stairway, her eyes on the man waiting for her at the bottom, dressed in a smart white suit that seems somehow more regal than his usual attire. Schneizel bows formally to her as she approaches, and she curtsies in response, extending a gloved hand to him once she's done. He takes it, leaning forward to brush a kiss against the back of her hand - she can feel it through the thin material - and then he moves forward, one hand coming around to rest on the small of her back as she reaches up to gently place her own hand on his shoulder.
Though they are alone in the ballroom, somehow there is suddenly music - a slow, warm waltz with a lilting oboe above a piano and a choir of strings - and Schneizel smiles down at her, as always the perfect gentleman. Jaina feels the gentle pressure on her back as he leads her onto the floor, the two of them slowly spinning across the tiled floor beneath the dazzling chandelier. She can't help but return the smile as they dance; he makes no effort to show off any fancy moves to impress her - it's very deliberate, very standard, but every move is executed to perfection, and before she knows it Jaina is truly enjoying herself, a girlish smile on her face that she hasn't felt in years.
The song ends, they fall still on the dance floor, though her crystal blue eyes are locked on his royal blue ones - neither of them moves for what might as well be an eternity.
***
*Her eyes open and there is an intake of breath sharper than she would have liked. This dream was very different in tone from the last one, and she knows it. A glance tells her that the Dreamberry has already broadcasted it... wonderful.*
Even if it's far from her usual attire, she wears it well, Lady Proudmoore in sense as well as in name - Jaina carefully descends the arching stairway, her eyes on the man waiting for her at the bottom, dressed in a smart white suit that seems somehow more regal than his usual attire. Schneizel bows formally to her as she approaches, and she curtsies in response, extending a gloved hand to him once she's done. He takes it, leaning forward to brush a kiss against the back of her hand - she can feel it through the thin material - and then he moves forward, one hand coming around to rest on the small of her back as she reaches up to gently place her own hand on his shoulder.
Though they are alone in the ballroom, somehow there is suddenly music - a slow, warm waltz with a lilting oboe above a piano and a choir of strings - and Schneizel smiles down at her, as always the perfect gentleman. Jaina feels the gentle pressure on her back as he leads her onto the floor, the two of them slowly spinning across the tiled floor beneath the dazzling chandelier. She can't help but return the smile as they dance; he makes no effort to show off any fancy moves to impress her - it's very deliberate, very standard, but every move is executed to perfection, and before she knows it Jaina is truly enjoying herself, a girlish smile on her face that she hasn't felt in years.
The song ends, they fall still on the dance floor, though her crystal blue eyes are locked on his royal blue ones - neither of them moves for what might as well be an eternity.
***
*Her eyes open and there is an intake of breath sharper than she would have liked. This dream was very different in tone from the last one, and she knows it. A glance tells her that the Dreamberry has already broadcasted it... wonderful.*