Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2016 10:18:16 GMT -5
Juliette thought she'd done a pretty damn good job of hiding who she was in her costume. Seeing as there was no question as to whether she was to participate - though she could argue that no one would be the wiser... - she thought the next best thing was the opportunity for anonymity. Sir Tristan had seen the choice of gown before she had been able to get far, so she would have no luck to dodge him, but that still left the bulk of the nobles and even royals to be duped.
Her outfit was as pure white as it got, with silver threads and gems encrusted into the layers to give the effect of a shimmering glow. Further, the dress had several layers, all artfully crafted to puff out "just so", with the top layer more of a mesh of a grey color that gave texture to the fine white underlayer. Her masque was equally designed, and her hair pulled up and back and out of the way. She wore simple, pale blue slippers underneath, the better not to slip and fall or even with which to run away. Her arms were slipped into near shoulder-length gloves of an off-white hue, and the top of her dress rose above her back and shoulders in an effort to mask her neck. She was a snow flake!
Though she thought she could be recognized perhaps by voice, perhaps by stature - she was fairly small after all - this was as hidden in plain sight as she could get. Thus, she set to finding the refreshments, accepting a tall goblet of red wine, and fluttered through the yet-thin crowd until she could sit and watch from a certain choice corner.
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Her outfit was as pure white as it got, with silver threads and gems encrusted into the layers to give the effect of a shimmering glow. Further, the dress had several layers, all artfully crafted to puff out "just so", with the top layer more of a mesh of a grey color that gave texture to the fine white underlayer. Her masque was equally designed, and her hair pulled up and back and out of the way. She wore simple, pale blue slippers underneath, the better not to slip and fall or even with which to run away. Her arms were slipped into near shoulder-length gloves of an off-white hue, and the top of her dress rose above her back and shoulders in an effort to mask her neck. She was a snow flake!
Though she thought she could be recognized perhaps by voice, perhaps by stature - she was fairly small after all - this was as hidden in plain sight as she could get. Thus, she set to finding the refreshments, accepting a tall goblet of red wine, and fluttered through the yet-thin crowd until she could sit and watch from a certain choice corner.
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OPEN!