Serenity was sitting. Just sitting there, not listening to the music or looking at anything. Of course, she was on one of the outer balconies, the ones outside. She was looking up at the stars. Or, at least, the moon. It was a crescent, hanging just above the mountains that were lining the eastern sky. She had her head propped on her arm. Her dress was spaghetti-strapped and it went down to her shins. Although it was a deep red, a light pink swirled across it, making intricate designs. She was alone, thankfully. If she had been asked to dance by someone she did not know, she would have blushed and stuttered them to sleep.
In any case, she was almost thankful for being alone.
In any case, she was almost thankful for being alone.