It's a real life boogie and a real life hoedown
"Look!" she tells Hawthorn with a breath of excitement as she points past his nose towards the splendor of the woods opening up around them. As if he doesn't have his own set of eyes that can clearly see the current of amber and scarlet that washes over the forest like an overhead river, each fallen leaf just a droplet of color spilling free. She grins, the plum-colored paint on her lips stretching out under the sterling mask fitted to her face, positively thrilled that the invitation for the festivities is back here. It allows him to see the display before the season ends, since the best he'd admitted to was imitations in the House of Midnight, an injustice to the true thing.
Her head tips back towards Sunjata as they all walk from the skyport, Kaisel somewhere slow behind them and Alys somewhere ahead. "We should plant more trees like this in town," she suggests, not entirely serious, but not entirely unserious either. She's no farmer, as she told him once before already, so the actual possibility is unknown to her, although she can hazard a guess they don't already have the trees for a reason (she'd could do without the dead souls inside too), but it's a night meant to be mysterious and magical, so she'd indulge a little bit in the idea of dreaming.
The music drifts in as they walk to the actual party, path winding through lanternlight and bobbing willow-wisps that feel like wayward stars. The sheer dress she'd created with Jack, layered to avoid being too see through, is on beneath her oversized poncho which mostly serves as a cloak. She found thicker fabric for it to keep her warm, fringe matching Ludo's affinity for raggedy ends. Akin to the color of her mask, small, silver beads dot the edges of the poncho, and on her dress they scatter across the bodice, growing more numerous towards the bottom until it's a sea of silver. Fully intending on dancing tonight, and walking tomorrow, she's opted for tall, black boots rather than heels. Her loose hair gathers over the collapsed hood, shifting as her head turns back towards Thorn. "Drinks?" she suggests with no lack of mischief in her gaze as she leads the charge to the barrel of cider.
On the look out for one particular set of blue eyes, she does catch another pair nearby, recognizing the dark ballerina in the distance and her own handy work up close, though he's markedly improved upon it. "Evening captain," she drawls towards Jack, giving him an approving once over as she gathers a cup of cider. "You fared better than your crew, so I think your luck will hold."
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Her head tips back towards Sunjata as they all walk from the skyport, Kaisel somewhere slow behind them and Alys somewhere ahead. "We should plant more trees like this in town," she suggests, not entirely serious, but not entirely unserious either. She's no farmer, as she told him once before already, so the actual possibility is unknown to her, although she can hazard a guess they don't already have the trees for a reason (she'd could do without the dead souls inside too), but it's a night meant to be mysterious and magical, so she'd indulge a little bit in the idea of dreaming.
The music drifts in as they walk to the actual party, path winding through lanternlight and bobbing willow-wisps that feel like wayward stars. The sheer dress she'd created with Jack, layered to avoid being too see through, is on beneath her oversized poncho which mostly serves as a cloak. She found thicker fabric for it to keep her warm, fringe matching Ludo's affinity for raggedy ends. Akin to the color of her mask, small, silver beads dot the edges of the poncho, and on her dress they scatter across the bodice, growing more numerous towards the bottom until it's a sea of silver. Fully intending on dancing tonight, and walking tomorrow, she's opted for tall, black boots rather than heels. Her loose hair gathers over the collapsed hood, shifting as her head turns back towards Thorn. "Drinks?" she suggests with no lack of mischief in her gaze as she leads the charge to the barrel of cider.
On the look out for one particular set of blue eyes, she does catch another pair nearby, recognizing the dark ballerina in the distance and her own handy work up close, though he's markedly improved upon it. "Evening captain," she drawls towards Jack, giving him an approving once over as she gathers a cup of cider. "You fared better than your crew, so I think your luck will hold."
Costume made [SE] You think
Colt
Don't be a bitch, come take it to the floor now
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
