Rosalind rose to her feet in the hall, squinting to see beyond the golden blaze of light that blinked and sparked off the dazzling walls. The first thought that struck her was a mildly coherent mumble about how everything in this damn circus was a magician’s sleight of hand. Upon further thought, she agreed with her own statement. Looking on this impromptu challenge posed by the judge, eyeing the people in the room- including the odd little girls- she deemed that she’d been correct. Douse everything in glamour and no one would see whatever rot lied underneath. Her eyes narrowed. Pulse quickened in the way it only did when she was given an upper hand in a situation. This vote would likely decide her future- better make the most of it.
@Rain-Whisper @NyleaSencen sighhhh this is kinda short i’m tired sorry <33
