Lapis Lazuli | OTA

[Lapis isn't wild about the cluster of people around her, fussing over her and brushing powders on her face. They're close -- too close -- and all the microscopic attention is anxiety-provoking. Now and then she can't help but flinch away from an incoming brush as it and a chorus of hands intrude into her space, touching her face and fluffing through her hair. This happens before stage performances, too, and she hates it.]

[Her dress is lovely (though in blues and creams rather than the greens and yellows), fluttering around her frame with each movement and breath of air.]

[Rescue her -- or nearly get run into as she finally manages to wriggle away with full intent to flee to a quiet spot.]