[ Lunafreya Nox Fleuret often favors rustic, woodsy decor for her charity balls, accenting branches and leaves with fairy lights and fine glass lanterns containing candles. The lighting is usually romantic, the place settings simplistic yet functional. There are usually open, easily accessible aisles for guests to mingle and converse, and this instance is no exception; after the opening ceremonies, everyone is free to socialize as they see fit until the main event begins. ]
[ Luna herself is dressed simply in a white gown that sweeps to the floor, made of fine silk and uncomplicated in its design. She moves with a grace and poise reserved only for those who have attended events like this for the majority of their lives, speaking to anyone and everyone who approaches her. Though she smiles readily at every guest she comes across, the truly observant will see that she's slightly fraying at the edges, exhaustion eking into her expression when she feels no one is looking.
It's that famed work ethic of hers rearing its ever-dedicated head, leaving her drained in the face of her pushing herself too hard once again. ]
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It's that famed work ethic of hers rearing its ever-dedicated head, leaving her drained in the face of her pushing herself too hard once again. ]
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