Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-38601454-20190619154712/@comment-108.18.218.127-20190915221818

((Sorry I’m late. It’s moth btw)). Ros stood by a table with food, glass of lushberry juice in hand. She had apparently been around number 20 on Theo’s matchlist, though she barely knew him. Ros scowled. This was her fourth winnowing gala since she filled out the match packet a few weeks ago. It wasn’t too pleasant to her, but at least she thought she spied Swan around here somewhere. Taking a sip from her lushberry juice, she shifted her red off-the-shoulder dress and walked towards a a shimmer of strawberry blond among the sea of heads. Swan