Skye and Tidas held their heads high as they practically glided into the room. Everyone in attendance had stopped talking, and were staring at the Alconian Royals with awe. The air was so still that the sounds of their footsteps echoed within the banquet hall.
Tidas looked like the pinnacle of nobility as he kept his face forward, and his gaze piercing. The fitted suit that he wore was tailor-made in Alcon. He didn't care for how constrictive it was, but Skye thought that he looked very handsome in it, so he wore it on special occasions.
Skye's dress looked like she had to be sewn into it as she gracefully strode towards the main table. She thought that it would be too tight to move in properly, but the fabric stretched and molded to the whims of her curves. The deep red flared within the glossy black whenever she stepped, making the dragon pattern on her side appear alive.