With no one wearing their real face It's a whiteout of emotion
Second to her season of birth, Leafchange just might be her favorite time of year. Like after a long held breath, the heat of summer wafted away in a slow sigh. When the leaves turned ruddy and golden, and streams babbled cool and clear over mossladen rocks, and when the early morning had her breath misting, Maea settled into a slower rhythm. She had taken her time with making the costume for this masquerade, quietly adding details until the resulting garb was just the way she wanted it.
Her pride of the outcome showed as confidence as she joined the party on Liam's arm. A mask of pale bone with sprawling golden antlers hid most of her face from view, but a slow, awed smile played on blue-painted lips as she took in the food and decorations, the people who had already arrived and how they had interpreted the theme. A hundred versions of Ludo gazed back, in varying state of dress (or undress, as in the case of Asta) and Maea's arm tightened around Liam's in barely contained excitement that had the ribbons and rags spilling from the shoulders and sleeves of her velvet robe dancing around her. Mainly black, some of them poked through in subtle hues of blue, purple and green, interspersed with trinkets and figures of glass that jingled softly as she walked.
Adjusting the headpiece holding her mask in place, she turned to her partner when he spoke, peering up through the dark hollows of her mask. Not that it helped her, as her lover's face was equally hidden, made unreadable by his own mask.
"Gladly," she answered, with a thrill of anticipatory moths flurrying up a storm inside. "I don't know if I've told you, " – she had – "but you look incredible in black. Very different... more dangerous somehow." The subtle purr in her tone suggested this was no bad thing at all, and as he led them to the dance floor she followed willingly; gliding across dewy grass and fallen leaves like a very petite little specter.
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Costume making: [o][SE] everything that we should be
Her pride of the outcome showed as confidence as she joined the party on Liam's arm. A mask of pale bone with sprawling golden antlers hid most of her face from view, but a slow, awed smile played on blue-painted lips as she took in the food and decorations, the people who had already arrived and how they had interpreted the theme. A hundred versions of Ludo gazed back, in varying state of dress (or undress, as in the case of Asta) and Maea's arm tightened around Liam's in barely contained excitement that had the ribbons and rags spilling from the shoulders and sleeves of her velvet robe dancing around her. Mainly black, some of them poked through in subtle hues of blue, purple and green, interspersed with trinkets and figures of glass that jingled softly as she walked.
Adjusting the headpiece holding her mask in place, she turned to her partner when he spoke, peering up through the dark hollows of her mask. Not that it helped her, as her lover's face was equally hidden, made unreadable by his own mask.
"Gladly," she answered, with a thrill of anticipatory moths flurrying up a storm inside. "I don't know if I've told you, " – she had – "but you look incredible in black. Very different... more dangerous somehow." The subtle purr in her tone suggested this was no bad thing at all, and as he led them to the dance floor she followed willingly; gliding across dewy grass and fallen leaves like a very petite little specter.
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Costume making: [o][SE] everything that we should be
And I've only got my brittle bones to break the fall
Maea
