[Well, let's be honest here. There are no half-measures when it comes to Maya Tendo. From the moment Prom is announced, Maya knows that she'll not settle for anything less than the best. Even her sickness seems to take note of this, for the visions she's had die down, and her mind seems much sharper than it had the last few days.
And so she arrives at prom on horseback, thanks in no small part to Cassandra. She's dressed exceptionally well, and just as extra as one might expect. To anyone that approaches her, she'll kneel down and take their hands. Naturally, a kiss will be pressed to the back of any offered palm.]
May our night together be beautiful.
[No matter who you are -- girlfriend, sister, brother, father or friend -- Maya will approach you for a dance. If you don't know what you're doing, don't worry, she'll guide you through. And if you do, well -- she's happy to take on a challenge.
Occasionally, she does take breaks. She sips water instead of punch, and watches the crowd silently. Her expression is... almost unreadable. She looks between each member of their group, as if trying to commit it to memory. After all, she knows what day it is. And though she may hope against hope itself that nothing will happen, it's hard to shake the feeling that their numbers will be even thinner come morning.]
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And so she arrives at prom on horseback, thanks in no small part to Cassandra. She's dressed exceptionally well, and just as extra as one might expect. To anyone that approaches her, she'll kneel down and take their hands. Naturally, a kiss will be pressed to the back of any offered palm.]
May our night together be beautiful.
[No matter who you are -- girlfriend, sister, brother, father or friend -- Maya will approach you for a dance. If you don't know what you're doing, don't worry, she'll guide you through. And if you do, well -- she's happy to take on a challenge.
Occasionally, she does take breaks. She sips water instead of punch, and watches the crowd silently. Her expression is... almost unreadable. She looks between each member of their group, as if trying to commit it to memory. After all, she knows what day it is. And though she may hope against hope itself that nothing will happen, it's hard to shake the feeling that their numbers will be even thinner come morning.]