[Event] The Red Masquerade

[Cassie Eloise Enigma]

A dark figure approached her. His mask reminded her of crows, but she had a feeling it was designed to be in the style of the masks that plague doctors would wear. He was dressed simply, but elegantly, and she couldn’t help but wonder at his identity. She probably wouldn’t see him ever again, so it didn’t matter. She let a reserved smile creep across her face. “Truly,” she responded. Taking one last sip from her flute, she set it on a passing waiter’s tray. “And it would be in even poorer manners to deprive her of a dance.” She extended her hand in his direction and met his gaze, almost daring him to take her to dance. The crystals on her dress glittered when she moved, refracting the light so it bounced onto the stranger’s dark clothes. She hadn’t expected to dance with anyone tonight, but it seemed tonight was not going to be to her expectations.

[Amaris Silvershade]

Now, to be approached was a surprise. She turned to scrutinize the man with a cutting gaze. His mask betrayed little beyond its jewels, but this night was supposed to be about mysteries, after all. Impractical and dramatic, to be sure, but a kind of freedom in itself. She looked down to her glass and drained most of what was in it with a backward toss of her head. It sparked on the way down and she exhaled, feeling for a moment like one of the ancient dragons breathing flame. "Not real ones," she said with a crooked slash of a smile. "I've been told my personality is sharp, though. Or broken. A shard either way."