For those that accept the Princess invitation to her suit of seats at the arena. All that is required is as the letter dictates, to present yourself to a guard with the letter in hand, and you are brought to the Princess's private booth.
Though as you are introduced, it less simply a sitting room as an area of extravagance as anywhere else in the palace. But contrary to the darkness of many areas, everything here is hung with bright washes of material, the viewing window has no glass and light pours in. Strings of jewels and gold hang in looping ceiling decorations. Low tables with servants moving about them stand at the ready to present whatever might be needed. At the Princess' feet, a human servant sits, missing one arm, she lays there, comfortably so. A fond pet, it seems. She matches the Princess' beautiful dress, who wears a layered ensemble of golds and whites and faint blues to match the white and iridescent blue-purple colouring of the royal family.
But unlike many of the dour Aranean's with their harshly judgemental looks - when the Princess sees her company has come, her smile lights up with a beatific smile. Unlike her mother, her form is outwardly far more human. Her eyes are normal, her skin still unnatural, but she only has a usual amount of arms for a human display. One of which, she gestures her new guest closer with.
"Oh, do join me. I have waited so fondly to see you, and now you are before me. Please, come, and tell me how that you do."
Nothing but utterly pleasant to each and everyone of her guests.
PRINCESS CHCH - BY INVITATION ONLY.
Though as you are introduced, it less simply a sitting room as an area of extravagance as anywhere else in the palace. But contrary to the darkness of many areas, everything here is hung with bright washes of material, the viewing window has no glass and light pours in. Strings of jewels and gold hang in looping ceiling decorations. Low tables with servants moving about them stand at the ready to present whatever might be needed. At the Princess' feet, a human servant sits, missing one arm, she lays there, comfortably so. A fond pet, it seems. She matches the Princess' beautiful dress, who wears a layered ensemble of golds and whites and faint blues to match the white and iridescent blue-purple colouring of the royal family.
But unlike many of the dour Aranean's with their harshly judgemental looks - when the Princess sees her company has come, her smile lights up with a beatific smile. Unlike her mother, her form is outwardly far more human. Her eyes are normal, her skin still unnatural, but she only has a usual amount of arms for a human display. One of which, she gestures her new guest closer with.
"Oh, do join me. I have waited so fondly to see you, and now you are before me. Please, come, and tell me how that you do."
Nothing but utterly pleasant to each and everyone of her guests.