Wooden gold mask with antlers and leaves, embellished with a large fire opal
She hadn’t been one for parties, but she had to admit that a masked gala had struck her fancy.
She stood tall on a suspended balcony. Her back back against a draped velvet curtain, almost as if blended into it. She would have been out of place. A frog among swans, had she not dressed the part. While not for ornate attire, she couldn’t help but to wear the one formal piece she owned, granted to her from inheritance. White and gold. The silken fabric draped off her body and flowed to the floor as if crafted with water, guiding naturally to swirl around her feet, which too were wrapped in some sort of knee-length sandal that appeared to be crafted from vines. The same binding found itself wrapped around her slender hands and fingers. Her baren shoulders swayed almost instinctively to the sound of violins, while the snow-colored fabric loosely enveloping her upper arms nearly melted into the same sort covering her rocking hips. A serene smile touched her face. She loved harvest, and the traditions associated with it. But something was missing. Her eyes traced upon the dancing couples, enjoying the night in class and elegance. Her, well…
Maybe she would have to go back home empty handed.
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Black and crimson face-forming mask, carved into swirls and going down in a diagonal
Doctors orders were mere suggestions, right?
She was told to stay in bed and take things easy. She hated being told what to do. Besides, she felt fine. It was all for the sake of the…
God, it was still surreal to get her mind around her condition.
If she took care of herself though she didn’t need to worry about the dangerous possibilities. She wasn’t fragile. She wasn’t easy to break like that. Besides, she heard the word party. in less than three hours, she was there and ready. For her? Well, a mask wouldn’t do shit in trying to conceal her identity. There was no point anyway. Not like she was trying to impress more than one person. Still, she dressed rather unusually for her. She wore deep crimson this time, almost eclipse red. The number she wore actually covered her legs, and bustled up a bit in the back. She wore black gloves, and her head was covered by the hood attached to the dress itself. While something this fancy she could have poofed up, there was one order she did follow, for it could be detrimental especially for her newest priority.
No magic.
Or at least, no magic for awhile. This would be her last hurrah with it before she was told to put it all on hold. So in saying that, she hoped the night would go well. Her gloved thumb tapped the send button on her phone, letting her notify her guest that she was there. She withdrew the device back into her cleavage, before leaning back up against the wall. Her eyes closed, her hand drew over her stomach.
So much was about to change.
@"Fletcher" @"Dalamadur"
