Post by Angelia Sandoval on Nov 5, 2016 0:19:16 GMT -5
Angelia took exquisite care in selecting her costume for the Masquerade, deeming it a night to step out of her usual cool, aloof shell to embrace the opportunity presented and don a different mask. The fiery red gown with its golden and black trim and the matching mask were unlike anything she typically wore, allowing her to pass (presumably) virtually unknown among the night's revelers. She confined the dark hair in a gold snood, adding to the impression of shimmering fire, and a pair of long gloves before accepting her brother's arm to escort her into the ballroom.
Once there, she extricated her arm and gently nudged Rafe to seek out a certain Montefiore lady whom they were confident was in attendance. Watching him go with a slight smile, Angelia silently wished him the best of luck in locating the lady, though she suspected the lady would locate him far more readily. Even in costume, there was no concealing the proud, military bearing or the breadth of his shoulders. Smiling to herself, she turned away to make a circuit of the ballroom, the better to look at costumes.
There were some ingenious choices and several duplicates, not that she was surprised by it. Thus far, she appeared to be the only phoenix, and indeed one of the few wearing such a bold color. There were plenty of white gowns, she noticed, though they varied in what the gown represented. A snow maiden, a swan, and a sparkling young woman who seemed covered in gemstones. It was rather difficult to look at her for very long.
Amused, Angelia spotted a chair and availed herself of it, arranging the voluminous scarlet skirts to grant herself a brief respite. The vantage point was ideal, being near to the grand doors by which everyone entered, giving her a chance to play a little game with herself as she tried to discern who might be whom in attendance. She might not even recognize anyone...
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Bashir ibn Qasim al-Khalid