She really wasn't one much for crowds, but such was the life. Talia Humar couldn't avoid them, not here in this glittering metropolis and not if she wanted to really make a name for herself. Although that was a task that the shy female was making quiet a stride toward, having scored a slot in the spring fashion show and being in the midst of gearing up for the fall. But the spring had been all female looks, things designed with women like herself in mind. Tali wasn't the normal successful designer for the high fashion area, at least, she didn't look like a model herself. Rather errant ebony curls escaped from whatever hold they were put into, rather like tonight with several already having slipped free of their pins to frame her softly shaped face, and her figure was what marked her out in this crowd. She was fuller then fashion, not fat, not over weight, but curvy, petite, only 5"6 to many of the models 5"9-10's. She felt like she was in a crowd of trees.<br/><br/>The female worked her way toward the balcony doors, toward fresh air and sanity to her mind. Her curvaceous body was played up in a dress of her own design, a dark sapphire color, the material clinging to her upper body before flaring out at the bottom of her hips with a full flowing skirt that flattered her. It was a romantic style, rather like her easy going personality, and the color of the dress complimented her lovely storm gray blue eyes. The dark dress and her dark hair showed off the pale smooth skin that was free to notice, and a simple necklace, silver, with a teardrop pendant of a sapphire lay around her neck. It was a gift from her mother.<br/><br/>Tali was not use to being a center focus at parties, and even with her name on the rise she still didn't garner much attention because she avoided it, shrank from it. A few men might approach her, but she hardly spoke a word and had by now been thought of as a bit of a snob. Although nothing could be further from the truth, the girl wasn't going to come out and say she was afraid of the fashion crowd, that way led to the road of ruin. Instead she held a slender flute wine glass in her hands and sipped from it the white wine she had chosen in slow doses, watching the crowds.<br/><br/>Kiri, her new partner in business had said she would help her with finding men to wear her new designs. Evening wear was were she shone and so that was where they would focus. She honestly wasn't quiet sure what to make of the other woman's more forceful personality, but help was help. She turned her back then, resting her arms against the balcony as her eyes drank in the sights of the city at night, alone within a crowd as she so often was.<br/><br/>Talia was grateful that her parents, although very wealthy, had chosen to bring her up outside of the large cities, to give her a semi  normal childhood, she felt like it grounded her compared to the other rich and famous' offspring that spent the nightlife at these parties. Tali may have not had a common upbringing, what with the adoption at the age of eleven and no memories before that time but the twenty four year old was quiet happy with her parents and her choices in life. Her fingers traced over the cold railing, she trailed them along the surface, humming softly to herself the music score of Atonement's opening song as she walked down the pathway, away from the door, from the excess of sound and people. She sought silence to calm and still her mind.