[Perhaps it's that she's underestimated the alcohol content in the mead she'd purchased. Or perhaps Sheryl Nome is just very stubborn and doesn't know when to quit.
Either way, she's on the end of her second try of this damn milk-bottle game, and her frustration is writ large on her face. She hasn't even knocked a single one over!]
...damn it! I'm not going to let it end like this! [She slams a coin down.] Give me more balls! Let's try this again!
[Please stop her.]
[B: Ceremony of Lights]
[She's never seen something like this before. At least not in person. Life on a Macross-class ship didn't really lend itself well to something like this. But she sees the lights rising high into the sky, and it strikes something in her. It's beautiful, but somehow sad, too.
Sheryl knows she's often the type with a quick, sharp-tongued quip, to make a flippant comment, but she doesn't say anything, here. Instead, she just takes a lantern... and considers what to write on it.
Then remarks to you, standing close to her.] Do you think it's like a birthday wish? You can't tell someone else what you wrote, or it won't come true?
[C: Paper Faces on Parade]
[Masks are great. Sheryl loves fancy masks like the ones available, and she's hummed a little tune to activate her power, turning the fairly simple mask she'd found into a much more elaborate affair, pairing it with a long, flowing dress that she knows will catch someone's eye.
Of course, the leafy texture in her hair makes it pretty obvious that it's her behind the mask, but that's just fine with her.
In the middle of the dance, which she picks up well, people change partners, shifting to the left (or the right, depending on perspective), and she comes face to face with... you!]
Well then! Have you picked it up, or should I expect to have my feet stepped on?
[She says, almost cheerfully.]
[D: Wildcard]
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Sheryl Nome | Eladrin Bard | OTA
[Perhaps it's that she's underestimated the alcohol content in the mead she'd purchased. Or perhaps Sheryl Nome is just very stubborn and doesn't know when to quit.
Either way, she's on the end of her second try of this damn milk-bottle game, and her frustration is writ large on her face. She hasn't even knocked a single one over!]
...damn it! I'm not going to let it end like this! [She slams a coin down.] Give me more balls! Let's try this again!
[Please stop her.]
[B: Ceremony of Lights]
[She's never seen something like this before. At least not in person. Life on a Macross-class ship didn't really lend itself well to something like this. But she sees the lights rising high into the sky, and it strikes something in her. It's beautiful, but somehow sad, too.
Sheryl knows she's often the type with a quick, sharp-tongued quip, to make a flippant comment, but she doesn't say anything, here. Instead, she just takes a lantern... and considers what to write on it.
Then remarks to you, standing close to her.] Do you think it's like a birthday wish? You can't tell someone else what you wrote, or it won't come true?
[C: Paper Faces on Parade]
[Masks are great. Sheryl loves fancy masks like the ones available, and she's hummed a little tune to activate her power, turning the fairly simple mask she'd found into a much more elaborate affair, pairing it with a long, flowing dress that she knows will catch someone's eye.
Of course, the leafy texture in her hair makes it pretty obvious that it's her behind the mask, but that's just fine with her.
In the middle of the dance, which she picks up well, people change partners, shifting to the left (or the right, depending on perspective), and she comes face to face with... you!]
Well then! Have you picked it up, or should I expect to have my feet stepped on?
[She says, almost cheerfully.]
[D: Wildcard]
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