Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-7190615-20161028140736/@comment-7190615-20161029101018

Phantom Quartz was never one for dances but holding one... He could do that. Instead of intermingling with the gems below, like Coral beside him for the time being, he watched from above until he was ready to go down.

The short pink gem, on the other hand, glanced over at him. She was only at the Gala because Phantom Quartz had wanted another gem he knew to attend. Coral was a witch this time around, dressed in dark reds, a spider hanging down from the drooping tip of her hat.

"You're such an awkward stoic," Coral muttered to Phantom Quartz.

Meanwhile, Prasiolite was not here for the festivities. She wanted to meet someone new. And so she attended the Gala, agreed to a partner for the night, and was spending one final quiet moment in the corner in her more formal dress mimicing her casual outfit. The dark waltzes blared beside her.