Fantasy 🔮𝑀𝒶𝑔𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓁 𝑀𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓇🔮 open

[Pretty Little Creature]

𝑀𝒶𝑔𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓁 𝑀𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓇

"Welcome, you have been summoned."- The Lady

inspiration: Harry Potter, Various Anime, The Witcher, Cravings, Reality Television.
We begin with a showcase of the chosen magical witch/warlocks at the official coming-out ball.

This thread is for active role-play posts only. Only accepted members may post here.

If you are interested in applying then please click the out-of-character link above. ​

​

 

[demonology]

/* ------ start of code -- no need to touch ------ */

/* ------ text box ------ */

Philonina Heavenstone

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: in her quarters --> arriving to the Palace
𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐃: melancholic, twitter-pated, anxious
𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐅𝐈𝐓
𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒:

/* ------ credit -- do not remove ------ */

© weldherwings.

Static shifted from one ear to the next, weaving in and out like a twisted web. Nina slipped her arms into her dress, absently looked around the room. Her gaze narrowed on the edge of her newly-acquired wooden desk, which was hit with an angle of sunlight from the window beside it. Her ears felt stuffed underwater, filled with aquatic cotton. Her mother's last words reverberated across the caverns of her skull, mining into every crevice like a treacherous troll.

Look at me!

It wasn't the words that picked away at her soul, but rather the sound of each enunciated syllable. Nina cringed, both in the past and in the present, as she struggled for the zipper. Back before she'd left for Nym's Palace, she was holding onto a suitcase, the same one that laid open on the bed now. The weight anchored her, even as her mother's eyes narrowed at the pink-pigtails at the back of her head. She could practically hear, no feel, the snicker. It was the only sound her mother would make when she found things too childish, too demeaning, for someone of their caliber. For someone who supposedly represented her mom's gene pool. Nina shut her eyes.

After all our hardwork, you won't even say goodbye?

It was the first time Philonina had ever heard Mother speak so... pleadingly. The tone of her voice, the manner in which her final word faltered, and the imagined image of Willa looking at her back with tears in her eyes. It all clouded the back of her throat, which she was still trying to clear. Her focus remained on the edge of the desk. Smoke started to rise from the corner, and Nina quickly looked away only to shift her gaze immediately back, just to make sure no fires had actually been started. Nothing. Letting out a breath, she pulled out the chair that matched the surface and plopped into it.

For a moment, she held her face in her hands, studying her reflection in the small hand-mirror she'd brought with her and had leaned on its side against the back of the desk in her ministrations. The sun shone on half of her mom's face. Rather, Nina's face. Another sigh. Her parents were the only thing occupying her thoughts while she prepared for the opening ball. A dance! The thought lightened her heart for a beat or two. A final sigh escaped Nina's lips before she smiled to herself and set to doing her makeup.

A ball! What a whimsical thought.

━━━━━━━━━━˖˚ ˙˖ ◉ ˖˙ ˚˖━━━━━━━━━━​

Slipping an earring into her lobe, Nina studied the room around her. She felt like a foreigner, though in reality, this was simply what she was. When they'd arrived, they had been shown to their room. Philonina held back tears her entire journey from home, swallowing them consistently in each wave they threatened to pour over. Finally, when they were alone, she broke down, letting a pinch-ful of tears fall from their eyes. They hadn't the time to fully take-in the room around them, but now they did.

Nina checked the clock, ensuring they had enough time to settle in before they had to attend the ball. After setting into place the second earring, she went to her small pile of bags and suitcases. Propping one up on the plush bed, which she'd already decorated with a multicolored knit-blanket her mom had made, Nina opened the case and rummaged around in her housewares. Delicately, she pulled up a string of quartz prisms, set with a gold-form in the middle. The figure was of the sun, with the other prisms surrounding it. Moving towards the window by her desk, she strung the end around the curtain rod, allowing it to sit directly in the middle. It twirled with the sudden motion, and a sprinkle of rainbows scattered around her room. She smiled, briefly, before turning back to her case for more goodies.

One the sole dresser in the room, Nina arranged their altar, setting up their various herbs, spices, and other magical goods. Along with her mortar and pestle, she brought out her mini-cauldron and a small box. Hand-carved wood by her mom, polished to a deep hue by her mother. Nina's eyes softened at the sight before setting it next to everything else. She opened it, studying the angel aura crystal necklace inside. Normally, Nina avoided wearing it. It reminded her of home, of life with Iggy and her mom. More importantly, it made her magic more volatile, albeit longer-lasting after the sun went down. Her place at the Palace relied almost entirely on her flower, and she felt it necessarily to be proud of said fact. Besides, it fit her outfit.

Clasping the necklace around her, she studied it in her hand. As a contrast to the rest of the Heavenstone family heirlooms, this one was shaped as a moon, though it was strapped to the long chain with the crescent points pointing downward. The stone was cold to the touch, and she held it until it began to warm. Letting it go, she moved towards the ornate mirror over the vanity she'd been provided but had ignored. Her shiny pink hair always surprised her, and for a moment, she played with it, toying with the idea that she could do something special with it. Instead, she left her hair hand long, brushing her bangs out of her face. Sighing, she grabbed an ornate hairclip decorated with another, tiny piece of clear quartz. With it in place, Nina looked at the clock again, which rested on the wall.

"Fart!" she said aloud, breaking the serenity privacy provided. Grabbing her pastel pink shawl, she ran out of the room, almost falling in her new heels.

━━━━━━━━━━˖˚ ˙˖ ◉ ˖˙ ˚˖━━━━━━━━━━​

A tap tapped as she walked, and she grew increasingly annoyed at her feet for being so treacherous. Her face set into a narrowed, thin expression as she walked towards the ballroom. Wrapping the shawl further around herself, she spotted no one yet, opting to stand awkwardly off to the side until she saw someone else enter first. Leaning against the nearest wall, Nina studied her toes, and her hand quirked up with her index trying to chip off the polish on their thumbnail. Otherwise, she tried to maintain a calm, neutral veneer. Looking up to the painting on the wall parallel to the one she rest on, she brought up a mild grin. Finally, taking a deep breath, she stood tall and walked into the room, following a random staff member.

A ball! she thought one last time, injected with a new round of whimsy.

 

[The Fluffiest Floof]

Miluna, the Moonspirit​

"The Moon will guide you through the night with her brightness, but she will always dwell in the darkness in order to be seen." Miluna, the Moonspirit

---

​

The room was dimly lit. Only through one rather small window could light enter, though that sufficed to keep the chamber atop the old tower illuminated. It was sparcely furnished, a lot of area open around its middle. The stone walls were mostly filled with shelves, which held many books and trinkets, ingredients and materials. Only on the wall next to the window there was an old dressing table. In front of its mirrow, many items laid scattered, as if used then discarded, just to later be fumbled for again. In front of the mirror, a woman with white hair and pale, even somewhat blue-ish skin stood. Her hair looked as though it had been done many times, just to be re-done again after finding a new thing to dislike about it.

Two hands were fixing the hairdo once more, another tapping through the many items to find all the things the other two needed for their task. The very last hand held something clutched to the woman's chest tightly."I am restless, nervous, anxious... I know it is right to do, yet 250 years feel barely enough... The step has to be taken, it is the best for all of Una. I can help so much more this way, can guide so much better... It is what I... What we have always been striving for... Yet still I am scared. More than I have been ever since I can remember... If only you were here to guide me."

When the hair was finally all done, restless hands fished for make-up and perfume and many things more. It had been long since any of them had found use, most of these items being basically new, despite having waited for their use for a considerable time. The sun went its path while the witch got ready. The uncertain, insecure expression had been replaced with the stoic face once more, the one that was present through most of the interactions the woman had throughout her years. A deep breath, one last look down onto the table, where the amulet with the picture inside now rested. Then, the woman turned to her window. The moon was already showing the first of its shine. It was getting time. She would not want to be late. A new era in her life was starting today. Rather she was ready or not, she had to make the best of it. Here hands reached out, palms upward, as blue light gathered around it. "Here we go. Grant me strength, grant me wisdom. And wish me luck, for good measure."

The moon shone bright, down on the illuminated ballroom. It was close to 7pm now and the festivities were soon starting. People were gathering, even those attendants that everyone was waiting for had surely arrived in part already. Though many conversations stopped when suddenly, the moonlight seemed to gather in one particular spot outside the ballroom. It began to swirl in place, forming what could only be described as a tornado of blue and white light. Though as the light spiralled in place, it began to unveil something within, starting first with a pair of crystal blue shoes, which soon started to become covered by the hem of a dress. As more and more of the light swirled up and away, the dress began to take form and color. It looked like the starry sky, even moving slightly if closely observed. Soon, arms of pale flesh were revealed and shortly after another pair came into sight. Shoulders bearing white hair that flowed down past them even followed, before the face was revealed, leaving no doubt about this visitor. It was Miluna, the timeless witch, often called the Moonspirit. Her regal, stoic but benevolent gaze flowed left, then right, taking in all that stood before her. She did a little curtsey in greeting, before smiling. The light had fully vanished, everything had returned to normal. And Miluna acted just like that, as though nothing special had happened at all. "I hope I am not late?", the witches soft voice parted the silence.

Spoiler: Miluna's Ballgown

 

[x_Tasia_X]

Nina Simone Rivera

Nina resisted the urge to gag at the feeling of hands touching her; running through her hair, adjusting her dress, their makeup brushes prodded and poked at her face. It was a constant discomfort that made her want to scratch at her face until it wasn’t there anymore. But she resisted. This was her only asset.

“Don’t be so tense, my dear.” Her mother’s voice was unmistakable, velvety and rich. Her mother’s voice could flood a room. The few maids in the room stopped what they were doing, drowning in the tension her mother’s entrance brought. Yet Nina’s mouth felt dry. Her mother stalked towards where Nina stood, Nina could see her in the reflection of the mirrors that surrounded her.

“Hello Mother-“ Nina’s voice was polite, too polite to be talking to family. That’s what the family demanded. Nina scanned her mother’s expression for any signs of anger before anything else. She didn’t relax, even when she could only see calmness. Sometimes the expressions lied.

A cool hand snaked onto her shoulder, covered in jewels. “This is it, Nina. Everything we taught you has culminated into this day. Are you ready?” Her mother feigned concern, and Nina chose to believe it. The maids stepped back when Mrs. Rivera got closer. They lined themselves up at the walls.

Nina looked at her mother as if she were a kicked dog. She watched her mother’s brown tighten with each silent second that passed. Was she ready? The grip on her shoulder righted in stark contrast with her mother’s gentle tone.

“You don’t have to do this. You know that. But, this is what you’ve been preparing for your whole life. I know that this is what you want. You have nothing else, after all.” Her mother cooed and her gaze crushed Nina with truth. Nina really did have no other option. She didn’t know anything, only what her parents trained her for. Even so, why would she want anything other than her duty? This was her chance to prove herself. Nina convinced herself that her mother was being kind to offer her this way out. She ignored the side of her that could see through her mother’s bluff.

“Of course I’m ready. I won’t let the time you spent on me go to waste.” Nina’s expression turned to that of a defeated smile. At the confirmation Mrs. Rivera opened her arms and enveloped Nina into her arms. She felt like she was drowning in her expensive scent. Nina helplessly peered over her mother’s shoulders. She made eye contact with the maid who glued themselves to the walls. They looked away.

“Don’t disappoint me, Nina.” Her mother released her with a few slow steps backwards. Mrs. Rivera looked to the door, and Nina followed her gaze. She noticed her younger Sister haunting the doorway. Her and Mrs. Rivera had sharp eyes.

“It’s a shame that only the eldest child can attend.” Natasha cooed. Nina’s brow furrowed, Natasha always spat venomous words with a sweet smile. It confused Nina.

“Oh don’t look like that, Nina. You’ll get wrinkles.” Natasha giggled and stalked out of the room with her mother. Mrs. Rivera followed after Natasha, she didn’t spare her eldest daughter another glance. She only glared at the maid’s and ordered for them to make Nina look flawless. The maid informed her that her official ball gown had already been delivered to her

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･

The only person who showed up to send her off was her little brother. He had gripped her hands and looked down at her with a creased brow and worried eyes. He had the same eyes as her. He was careful to not mess up the neat lace that clothed her arms. Always gentle. Markus Lee wrapped his arms around her, gently enough to make her question if he was even touching her. It was better than her mother’s suffocating embrace. He then whispered something baffling in her ear before she left her manor. It left her thinking about it, even as she was shown where she’d be staying.

“They can’t hurt you there.”

Nina stood by her bed, surrounded by her multiple bags of luggage. Her family had her things brought to the manor a few days early in preparation for her arrival. Nina looked around. Trying to shake her brother’s words from her head. She tried to think of something else. Like how there weren’t enough plants in here. Nina turned towards a mirror and adjusted her dress. She arrived in her ball gown, with her hair and accessories already on. They didn’t trust her to get ready on her own. She was perfectly capable of getting ready. Nina messed with the lining on her wrist. She anxiously awaited the time for the ball’s beginning. She read one of her etiquette books to pass the time, not because she enjoyed reading them. But she was mostly studying for the ball. She couldn’t mess this up. She had nothing else. No other use.

Someone knocked on her door. Nina looked up and quickly got to her feet. For a moment she almost figured it was her mother or sister. Nina relaxed a bit when she remembered that she wasn’t at her manor anymore. And the fact that her Mother never knocked. Nina checked the clock and realized that it was almost 7:00. Confirming in head head that it was definitely someone coming to escort her to the ball.

“Come in.” She invited them in. She assumed the person was staff who was sent to show her to the actual ballroom. Nina’s guess was confirmed when the person instructed her to follow them to the Ball. To which Nina quickly obeyed. Nina filled with the dark blue see through lace that covered her arms, smoothing it out as much as she could. Same with her dress. Dark blue wasn’t her favorite color, but she was told that it was a stable color that invoked trust more than other colors. And the gold embroidery was meant to be a show of status, Nina brushed her hands on her dress gently. She didn’t make this dress, but she still appreciated it. Her seamstress was nice enough to secretly ask her what things she liked to wear. And now the dress had flowers and a faint floral pattern on it. It was very considerate of her.

The ballroom doors opened and Nina was met with a beautiful interior. The room was large and exquisitely decorated with a romantic aesthetic. She could recognize some of the decor pieces. They seemed like something her mother bought for Natasha’s parties. Nina’s expression was a pleasant one. Her polite exterior directly conflicted with the panic she internally felt. She subtly gulped and stepped into the room, she smiled politely at the people who watched her. She wandered to one of the ballroom’s walls to linger there and observe the other attendees for a moment. She wanted to watch how the others behaved before doing anything.

Spoiler: Nina’s Dress

coded by: s e v e n ​

​

 

[Pretty Little Creature]

Lady

PRESENTLY: PESTERING PHILONINA TO ENTERTAIN HER LOCAION: SITTING ON HER THRONE BEING A QUEEN AND HOST FEELING: FABULOUS​

Moonbeams stream through the tall palace window, cascading amber diamonds which dance and bounce with the cool breeze, whispering through her dark silken canopy bed. Lady's long spider-like legs cross and tangle in the air playfully. A delightful giggle erupts from her plush lips. A soft knock at her bedroom door wasn't enough to rouse her from her sleep.

While he sank deeper into the Moonlite pool, his lavender skin was sensuous and soft. Of course, I am wearing my fanciest gown, sparkling and oozing sensuality. I slowly step into the magnificent pool. Yummy. Cold. A gasp escapes me. Thrashing through the water, he runs to my side. I feel his touch. It's so hot.

thwap-thwap-thwap-thwap-thwap-bang​

Flurries of frantic knocking rampaged her bedroom door. Lady's perfectly pinched nose flares fiercely as her eyes scrunch, actively trying to ignore Vivian. Which grew more and more complex with each echoing thwap of the door. Finally, inhaling sharply, her Lady releases a long agitated hiss as she props herself up.

"I'm up, damn it!"

The bedroom door swings open, revealing a fuming Vivian. "Hello, Vivian." Lady says lazily while rolling her eyes. Vivian's heels click through the room, and her pointed ears twitch with growing agitation. "Mother." She says through clenched teeth. "The guests have started to arrive." Lady's daughter rubbed at her temples.

There was a long straining pause. "A mighty queen always makes her subjects sweat."

The look in Vivian's eyes is a combination of disgust and fear. Then, shaking her head, Victoria takes a different approach." The sooner you introduce yourself, the sooner you may play with them, mother." Clenching her teeth, she gave a grimace of a smile.

Lady tilts her head to one side. "True." Lady accepted her daughter's point. "That could be fun." How her Majesty loved to play with the upper-class elitist's children. Being secluded in a magical realm for nearly an eternity had its boredom. "I wonder how many will die this time?" She laughed arrogantly. Vivian was not impressed." Just kidding, my dear, you should go wash your face."

"Mother, if you are not down there in five minutes, I'll personally kill you myself." With that the door slams behind her.

"Bitch." Lady murmurs after her daughter has left the room. Then, clapping her hands, she instructed her staff to prepare her. "If I don't look perfect in five minutes." Lady's voice turns low and threatening. Each fairy worked quickly. With nimble fingers, they threw a golden silk dress. In just under five minutes, a firework display of lights and colors was beamed over Lady. Finally, they had her ready for the Ball. Each tiny fairy panted and heaved and panted once finished. Lady tilted her head to one side as she inspected her face in the mirror. Several fairies flurried around her face to make sure it was pristine before she could complain. "Satisfied." She sighed happily to herself. Then, kissing herself in the mirror, the large woman winks. "If you can't love yourself, how are you capable of loving anyone else?" She turns to her staff, who nods back, even though it was all strange antics. The fairies exchanged worried glances at one another. After being dismissed, each fairy floated out of the room sleepily, but two lingered behind. As one of them nervously gestures to the other, "Do you think anyone will die tonight?" Both of them pause for a long moment and sigh. Both of them are too afraid to answer their own question. Someone always did.

Even though it had been a while. Lady needed to make sure she was more exquisite than anything entering that room. To thoroughly analyze the competition before arriving takes diligence, time, and, most importantly, the right attitude. Waving her gloved hands in a crisscross motion revealed the regally decorated ballroom. Attendance was sparse. The event's guests, at least. The rest of the dancing shadows in the room were illusions. Something of comfort to the cushy elite. The safer one felt. The least likely they were to run. Watching closely. A smile graced her lips, watching one timid little girl tapping her way towards the floor. Her face held a narrowed expression of anxiety. The frightened rabbit leaning nervously against the nearest wall, taking a break and showing a keen interest in her toes. "Bless" The small elite looks up curiously to the painting on the wall, a gentle and kind smile befalls her features. "Oh, I like this one." For, she was smiling at a glowing portrait of Lady herself. A giggle escapes her Lady as she watches the girl make her way in behind some staff unnoticed. "Clever girl."

The moonlight pooled together in a single spot in the room. Lady's hairs stood on end as a familiar feeling hit the pit of her stomach. Eyes narrowing, she watches the moonbeams swirl in place, forming a bouncing array of lights and fireworks. A voice echoes from within, and a silhouette forms. "I hope I am not late?" her voice echoes. Her Lady's jaw drops. Not believing what she was hearing or seeing.

"Well, things just got very interesting." Lady bit her lower lip. Her heart clenched beneath her chest. It had been a long time. Taking a deep breathe she decided to make her appearance.

Stepping through her enchanted mirror, she stepped gracefully into one of the decorated mirrors of the ballroom. Making her way inside the ballroom, she sashays her way to the central pedestal of the room. Where she was illuminated and all attention meant to be on her. A pause for effect. "Good evening." She said in a low vibrato. " Enjoy." With that, she gracefully made her way towards her thrown where she sat and encouraged others to dance. Although her eyes did catch the rabbit standing anxiously observing. She couldn't help but snap her fingers and demand she comes forth for inspection. "Come now. Don't be frightened." She gave a toothy grin. " Entertain me. Tell me of yourself." What a strange question for a host to ask her own guest. "What are your likes, dislikes, have any sinful secrets you wish to entice me with? Please, do entertain me." She asked, peeking over her glass of punch.

 

[Pretty Little Creature]

Emmanuel
CURRENTELY: SPEAKING TO NINA FEELING: A TAD AKWARD LOCATION: THE BALLROOM

Emmanuel lounged in his luxurious bed and was reluctant to get up, like his mother. Not that it was spectacularly vital that he attend. After the first few hundred, his appearance was a moral custom, but now, no one remembered the realm of Emmanuel and his mother, the Lady, at least in the same way. All good things fade with time. Do all good things get bored with time? It was certainly how it felt. Although, Emmanuel found himself intrigued by the guest list this year. Indeed, there were some fine-looking specimens, and the spirit had to see them in the flesh. The thought of not was enough to make him drool. He walks to his bordure and into his marvelous walk-in closet, sighing to himself. There he summoned the perfect outfit to wear. He decided on his dark tapered pants paired with a white blouse and a frilled collar, adorned with a long cascading indigo blue coat that fell past his hips. Decorated elegantly with ornate golden threaded designs. Ending the outfit with a ruffle held with an emerald neck broach. Something of a tradition. His long gloved hands tie a white-horned mask about his face. It wasn't necessary for anyone to know who he was tonight.
His heels click hard against hard marble, sending a sea of echoing steps bouncing along tall hallways. Unlike his mother, he didn't have a talent for mirror jumping. Instead, he'd often find himself trapped in them. Nevertheless, his long strides took him where he needed to be. His pointed ears perk, detecting his mother's voice. She had just announced herself, and there was a response of approving claps not long after. Taking a moment, he paced himself after one of the horned staff members. Edging against a wall, he watched his mother take her seat. His amber eyes narrowed as his mother waved down one of the Elites. Likely insisting she entertains her. Grumbling to himself, Emanual grabs a glass of punch and takes a large sip, sinking back into the wall behind him; he watches the shadows dancing to the swaying music.
A glint of light caught the corner of his eye, reflecting off the hem of a beautiful tailored blue gown. The gown was not the most beautiful of colors, but the gold threading and delicate diamond flowers made the gown beautiful. The young woman wearing it is an equal painting to the dress. Her delicate features were perfection, but the aura of timidness took away from the confidence of the look. She was distressed and felt out of place. Grabbing another glass of punch, he approaches. "Thirsty?" He said simply without introducing himself. Gesturing the drink towards her. "I don't mean to be forward you seem out of place."

@ x_Tasia_X​

 

[Reign of Terror]

PUT YOUR RECORDS ON, TELL ME YOUR FAVORITE SONG. GO AHEAD, LET YOUR HAIR DOWN. YOU'RE GONNA FIND YOURSELF SOMEWHERE, SOMEHOW.

PROFESSOR FAMORO

The opaque kettle had finally taken to boiling, a soothing gurgle in the background as the professor attired himself in casual fineries. This wasn't to say he was a man of low class, rather that layering clothing might serve to drive him mad in the ballroom erelong. Instead, he stuck to a single layer suit- summat bare of chest but not quite open enough to justify having him forcibly removed of the event for blinding anyone. Seeing as how he'd also come early, he had time to spare, time he'd spent pairing crystals with his clothes as well as dropping one or two into the kettle from time to time. Professor Famoro was not an average man, and this was also true of his tastes, his aura, and his teas.

It wasn't long after he'd chosen a satisfactorily flattering pair of boots that he wandered back over to the kettle, just in time for the abrupt whistle of its spout to cut through the air. As he pulled it off the chain that hung just above a small, makeshift spit area he may or may not have scraped together in the corner of his new lodging. Perfect for dodging the kitchen in a pinch, but if the wrong person saw... well. Would that the tea be delicious enough to outweigh the risks, which of course, from the aroma that filled the room, it would be more than sufficient. He set first a cup as well as a very small bowl, into the latter of which a single white bloom fell as he poured. He grinned.

"Rani! You didn't have to, love. Were they even ready to pick?" he asked no one in particular, met with a short chirp and a sturdy bundle of fragant weight on his shoulder. She was a gorgeous creature, rare but essential- much like the Gemrae themselves. Her tail was practically covered in soft, healthy Darjeeling flowers and buds, perhaps a week after her last feeding. As a primarily photosynthetic entity, Rani didn't each much other than seeds, but could grow nearly anything on her tail as a result. His reluctance to give her anything other than seeds might have also been because of the last time he'd shared a honeypie with her; It had taken 2 weeks of waiting for the sunflower she'd sprouted to mature enough to safely prune it from her head. While unlikely that he'd ever share1 confections with her again, he'd never seen an adverse reaction to teas? Safe enough! Famoro set the garden civet and her tea down on the table at his side, both left to enjoy their beverage in peace for a few sweet moments before the ball was underway.

Obnoxious rapping at the window gave him pause, unsure of who, beyond maybe three people at most, would even know he was in attendance or where his room might be. Then again, there was only one person he could think of that would venture out to visit him in the night and bang on his window in one fell swoop. Naturally, as he unlatched the windows, Emon dropped in like he was on a paid mission... wearing failure and shame.

They both stared at each other in silence for a moment, one quite agitated, the other very deeply amused- perhaps the silence was to mourn the three missing buttons and a lost portion of Emon's shirt collar? "Right, then." Seron nodded while gesturing for Emon to make himself at home, chuckling to himself as he stepped back toward his luggage. Luckily Emon was only a bit taller, so clothing him should be easy so long as he didn't try to deadlift a house over the course of the night and overpower his clothes.

"There are too many buttons on western clothes." Emon huffed from across the sunroom, irritably peeling the rest of thew shirt off like an old rag to leave in a sad pile on the floor. Famoro loved his jungle friend's visits, NEVER a dull moment. "Come, lad. Red or black? I'm rather fond of you in black, it matches your hair."

Emon could cry just thinking about even one more button. "If you are asking me, I would rather fight obake in the jungle back home blindfolded."

"Black it is!" Famoro motioned for Emon to spread his arms. The look on his friend's face was priceless. "YOU HAD AN EASTERN GARMENT WITH YOU THE ENTIRE TIME?" he roared, hurrying to close the familiar clasps himself. The professor had returned to his final sip of tea, tossing Emon a black covering and shoes to compliment the robe- as well as a well-meaning wink. "There's a much shorter list of what I don't have. If that's sorted, I suggest we start for the hall- Rani, I'll leave the door cracked if you'd like to join us."

Of course, after Emon's mini eruption, Rani had picked up her tiny bowl herself and climbed into a hanging plant overhead to finish her tea. Without waiting for his indignant pet to acknowledge him, he strung some selenite across his neck and chest, (for fatigue of course), and left the pair in the room to navigate the palace to their best ability. Easier for Rani than Emon, maybe, but doable nonetheless.

As Famoro neared main hall, a stunning array of dancing light caught his eye, bringing Miluna into view soon afterward, angel that she was. Another woman of queenly stature had gone to Miluna, however, and with naught a rude bone in his body, Seronethius instead chose to 'inspect' the refreshments. He doubted there would be a fresh pot of tea given the venue itself, but he wasn't inherently picky. A sparkling array of glassware and fine china gave way to a small feast for the eyes- an endless sea of finger foods and carefully color coordinated treats lining elegant tables on the outskirts of the room.

The professor was of course still himself, though. He poured a glass of orange juice into a glass of chilled tea, and with the gentlest burst of magic, he cracked a tiny sliver of his selenite crystal to dissolve into his interesting concoction. His sensitive nose turned his attention toward a ledge along the wall, where his flowering friend lay curled, quietly watching. Assuredly she would sample something she really shouldn't while his back was turned, but she was her own woman- even if it turned her gut and she grew poison ivy for a month, he would be there to fix it.

Rānī/Rani: Garden Civet (<- click)
Comfortable Suit (<- click)

mood | Chillin, fam

scroll

location | Banquet Hall

outfit |Comfortable Suit

misc | Rānī/Rani: Garden Civet

/* ------ credit -- do not remove ------ */

© weldherwings.

 

[x_Tasia_X]

Nina Simone Rivera

Nina found the Lady’s over the top entrance to be familiar. Though, The Lady’s entrance was much more impressive than anything Nina had seen. It made Nina worry, she glanced down at her dress and checked for wrinkles, or any imperfections. She worried about her own face. Did any of her makeup smear? Was any of her jewelry off center. She couldn’t afford a single imperfection; not in a room with so many beautiful beings. She couldn’t compare. Nina’s gaze lingered in the lady for a few more moments before she noticed someone approaching her through her peripheral vision. He was very easy to notice thanks to how bright he was. This was the Lady’s son, if she wasn’t mistaken. Before he reached her Nina looked around, figuring there was someone else nearby that he was approaching. By the time she looked back at him he was already in front of her offering her a drink and pointing out that she seemed a bit out of place.

Nina accepted the drink, gingerly taking the fruit punch from Emmanuel’s hands. “Oh, thank you. It was that obvious?” She spoke a bit sheepishly, trying her best to look less nervous and more grateful. She smiled at him. It wasn’t that she wasn’t grateful, The lady’s son was taking the time to speak with her. How could she not be grateful. She just felt a lot more- nervous. This was the beginning of her life. Everything her life has amounted to will be decided these coming days. Everything she went through; all of the pain, tears, and hard work would finally mean something once she succeeded. Her family might even be proud of her.

Nina pressed her lips together, she should introduce herself or atleast try to make small talk. “My name is Nina Simone Rivera. It’s an honor to make your acquaintance.” She spoke politely, appearing a little less nervous. Polite proper speech was a comfortable, complimentary script. She didn’t need to think to be polite. She didn’t need to be charismatic to be polite. Etiquette was embedded into her brain. It was something she knew, something she was good for.

Nina forced herself to not start fidgeting and wore a small, nervous smile. She was usually much, much better at wearing a facade. It seems like the new environment and new people were throwing her off a bit. As she gets more comfortable she’ll be able to relax into the flow of her facade.

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ
Talking to: Emmanuel Pretty Little Creature
Mood: Did I just ask a dumb question??

coded by: s e v e n ​

​

 

[Pretty Little Creature]

Emmanuel

CURRENTELY: SPEAKING TO NINA FEELING: A TAD AKWARD LOCATION: THE BALLROOM​

As she accepts the drink, he smiles tight. While he had never heard of the family, he heard very little about any elite family names; his mother never mentioned them. Wealth, prestige, and power had no meaning to him. The place between fantasy and reality seemed to flow between people and time here.

"Yes." He answered. "Then, we are introduced; it's a pleasure." Emanuel nods his head politely. His amber eyes graced the dance floor. Spotting his mother across the room on her throne. Tormenting one of the elites into entertaining her. He couldn't help but laugh out loud at his mother's antics. Then, clearing his thought, he turned back to Miss Rivera. "Do you enjoy the punch? It's made with a lovely berry called the thimbleswap, only found in these mountains. "He pointed towards one of the grand windows. You could barely see two large mountains illuminated by the moons' light peeking among the thick darkness surrounding them. Picking up a glass for himself, he took a sip. "It's a rather dangerous journey so I hear." Savouring the sweetness and tart rolling over his taste buds, he sighed and smiled. Hoping she would entertain him in light conversation. Like his mother, Emanuel was subjected to getting bored easily and often. Taking another sip, he waits on her response.

 

[Pretty Little Creature]

WILLOW ​

Her tiny heart thrummed against her ribcage as if it would burst. For the fifth time in five minutes, the petite princess makes sure her mask is secure. Nervously pacing back and forth. Her mind was set. Wasn't it? Nibbling on her lower lip. Willow builds the courage to go downstairs. No one would notice, and what was her Lady going to say? Of course, Willow understood painfully clearly; she was not to participate in anything elite; she merely wanted a glance at the festivities. Sighing to herself, she makes up her mind. It was time to go. Glancing at her simple pink gown adorned with pastel flowers. Nothing remarkable. She should fit in with the wallpaper. Tugging at her golden mask, she holds her breath and descends into the secret tunnels of the palace. Like a tiny mouse, she navigated the dark twists and turns. It was how she got around all her life within these palace walls. The darkness didn't frighten her.
On the contrary, it was, in a way, liberating, striding through the night. It was the only time she felt confident in her steps. Her ears perk as she hears varying oohs and aaa's echoing from the ballroom. There was a mixture of lights and colors dancing through her floorboards. Something marvelous was happening, and it wasn't her Lady. Curious, she inches her way towards the small trap door. Opening it enough to peek her eyes through, she saw many dancing feet shuffling in a waltz.
Deciding it was now or never. The tiny princess quickly makes her entrance through the floor. Then, dusting herself off, she freezes at the sight of Miluna. Giving a painfully nervous smile, she dips into a wobbly curtsy. "Good evening." Her voice is barely recognizable to even herself.

 

[The Fluffiest Floof]

Miluna, the Moonspirit​

"The Moon will guide you through the night with her brightness, but she will always dwell in the darkness in order to be seen." Miluna, the Moonspirit

---

​

The speech of The Lady was... bland, to say the least. Not that Miluna expected anything better, somebody so self-absorbed never would have been able to come off as inspiring or interesting. Though the moonspirit could not help but smile silently into herself. She had very well seen the reaction that The Lady had when spotting the arrival of the moon-witch. And if she was being honest, she had chosen such a flashy entrance in part to cause exactly that reaction. How she loved it when a plan came together.

The dancing soon began, though Miluna kept herself out of such antics for the time being. She would not approach somebody and ask for a dance. It felt out of place, these people were all so far younger than her, she would not want to seem like she was forcing herself onto another person. If somebody cared to dance with her and was brave enough to approach her, she would not turn them down. But that was the best she could do.

This rather conservative attitude toward the festivity however lead to quite an interesting occurance. The floor in front of the witch seemed to simply fold up, a trapdoor obviously hidden right there. Out stepped a girl, masked and in a humble but pretty dress. A disguise that would certainly work for those that had only heard of her existence in stories. Miluna of course had met Willow before and easily saw past this little disguise. The girl seemed nervous and her greeting showed just how much her knees had to have been shaking. She was likely not supposed to be here, knowing the Lady. But Miluna had an idea.

With a stern face, she mustered the girl. "An uninvited guest I see? Sneaking in on this ball? Looking like this, too? Nono, that will simply not do." Miluna hoped that her little play was convincing enough to give Willow a little scare. Then, she extended her hand and gently brushed it against the shoulder of the dress. With small sparkles extending, the dress would soon transform. It kept its basic design, the shape, the flowers, the colors. But yet, it seemed to grow brighter, got a little shine. Like the material was transformed from its rather regular cloth to the finest silks. Her mask glittered like it was made of little gemstones. The entirety of Willows costume, while at its core the same, had simply adjusted to fit the scenery more, like the dress of the noblest elite. "Now that is better, isn't it? What are you waiting for then, go fetch yourself a cute elite to dance with. Or a warlock, even! Don't you waste your time with an old hag like me. This ball is to be enjoyed, this dress cannot be allowed to go to waste." Then, Miluna winked at Willow, whispering a simple "I won't tell if you won't."

 

[x_Tasia_X]

Nina Simone Rivera

Ah. It was obvious. Nina’s polite smile seemed a bit more embarrassed at how quickly he was able to answer that. Hopefully the prince just has a keen eye and no one else noticed her sheepish demeanor. Nina politely nodded at Emmanuel’s next words, following his gaze to his mother on the dance floor. The lady was startlingly similar to her mother and sister. Like a mixture of the two. She had the same level of power as her mother with the same love of pomp and circumstance as her eldest sister. Though overall, the Lady was much more powerful than her mother. Mother had a tendency to stay in places where she was the top dog. The lady was a much less malevolent figure to Nina, for now at least. Nina would love to watch her mother be humbled by the presence of a more powerful person. Of course, Nina would never admit it to herself.

Nina glanced at Emmanuel as he laughed at the Lady’s antics. For a moment she feared that the Lady heard him. That he would be punished for even thinking of laughing at her. Her smile tightened a bit before she forced herself to look back at the lady. Her expression relaxed when the room didn’t turn to tense silence. The lady’s face didn’t turn to stone, she didn’t hit him, or drag him off, or kick him out. She was glad that nothing bad happened- But… Nina was mildly confused, did they not hear him? She glanced around a bit, sipping her drink before she realized the prince was about to speak to her. Nina was still mildly confused about what had happened. She would have to push the confusion away and assume that things were just- different here.

“It’s very sweet.” She commented with a hint of delight, she liked sweet things. She usually wasn’t allowed to drink many sweet things. Only when they were offered to her. Because a lady couldn’t be a glutton. She was glad he offered her something. Nina looked very interested when he started to speak about the berry it originated from, the plant nerd in her brain begging her to come out. She’d never had the juice made from the thimbleswap’s she had read about before. She resisted the urge to go into a lecture about the little trivia facts about the berry that she knew. Mother told her that men liked feeling smart, and the easiest way to make a man feel that way was to play dumb. Even though she wasn’t courting the prince, she needed to keep up appearances.

The genuine brightness in Nina’s expression dimmed ever so slightly. “That’s really interesting.” She chirped. People made a dangerous trip- risked their life, for this beverage in her hand. She hoped no one died.

Nina wondered if Emmanuel might have any knowledge of plants. He seemed to know about the berries, but that might just be some offhand knowledge he read off of some party plans. She might sound stupid but it was better that keeping her mouth shut and making the conversation awkward, he could probably just laugh at her if she was being dumb. It would make her feel worse, but at least he’d be entertained.

“Do you have a lot of knowledge on plants?” She questioned, looking out the window he had motioned to a few moments beforehand.

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ
Talking to: Emmanuel Pretty Little Creature
Mood: aaaaaa how does one socialize

coded by: s e v e n ​

​

 

[Klown]

LOCATION: BANQUET HALL, REFRESHMENTS TABLE
WITH: SERONETHIUS [ Reign of Terror ]
WEARING: X

He’d been a mannequin all through the early evening, a malleable plaything bathed and scrubbed so furiously he’d yet to convince himself that the stewards weren’t after his skin. He was swathed in luxurious fabrics of varying palates, stripped bare at the behest of any displeasure upon the Vicar’s prudish face, then dressed anew. It hadn’t been until his mother strode into the chamber with the pomp of a lioness, shimmering black silks flowing off her form with an appearance so ghastly stunning it’d have Death salivating.

“Oh. Oh goodness no.” She cooed her disapproval approaching Azariah, steps so light and graceful one might be deceived into believing she’s floating. “What hideousness is this, Vicar?” The stewards reverently lowered their heads, backs flattened in the air at a perfect angle before each parted from their station upon Azariah’s body. A body strangled by the most clownish turtleneck with overeffusive ruffles that nestled his jaw.

“It’s allegedly quite the staple in Faryah.” Azariah scoffed ahead of the red-faced holy man. He watched the sweat quickly form on the Vicar’s brows, and practically smelled the fetid steam of his embarrassment.

“More of an assault to the eyes. Remove it.” With a snap of her fingers, the white robed stewards rose in impeccably coordinated unison to undress Azariah once more. “He’s attending a ball, not a wake. Find something more festive.” The irony was not lost on her son, whose lip twitched into the slightest of smiles when considering the black that dressed her.

“O-Of course, my lady. My apologies.” The Vicar bows his head though is disregarded by the Duchess, who took to supervising the rest of the fitting.


Thankfully, it wasn’t much longer before proper attire was decided and the rest of his appearance could be tended do. His hair was brushed, braided, and adorned with glimmering beads and jewels. Accessories were limited to his hands as the knotted tentacles tattooed on his chest would feel too cluttered layered with any sort of necklace.

Azariah was spared a bare second to admire himself in the mirror as upon his mother’s approval the stewards whisked him onto an awaiting carriage.

“Remember the will of Saint Zorath.” The Vicar told him as they approached the castle, keen eyes carving holes into the tattoo on Aza’s chest. “The event will be filled with powerful beings for which to offer him as feed.” He spoke the words so sweetly that it unnerved the warlock, but he emoted nothing of it. “His voice will guide you.”


The main hall was more lavish than anything Azariah could fathom. Glittering in an amalgamation of rich colors and architecture. A stark contrast to the drab blacks and greys that form the monastery he’d spent most of his life.

His eyes bounced to each separate guest with chaste interest, the words of the Vicar drilling bitter thoughts on a night meant to be enjoyed. The cull of magic was incredible, and with a hunger he liked to believe was not his own, Azariah pondered which would be the perfect treat for Saint Zorath. Not that his taste relied on more than just an excess of magic which there was plenty of in the dirt of Nym alone.

In passing, a glimpse of purple in the corner of his periphery has Azariah blink and double take. Standing by the refreshments looking like a delectable treasure was Seronethius Famoro. With a gaze that scaled the man from the back, Azariah knew it was his own hunger that drove him near the other rather than the ethereal voice of a starved Saint.

“And here I was thinking the castle to be the most breathtaking thing I’d witness tonight, when you’re standing right here.” Azariah smiles with gleaning magenta eyes that drank every bit of detail of the professor’s face like he was in a drought. They travel down the man’s inked neck and exposed chest with a scandalous gaze he promptly refocuses onto Famoro’s golden eyes. “It’s a pleasure to see you again, Professor.” The word pleasure wasn’t used lightly, Seronethius Famoro looked like a lustful dream materialized. Azariah picks up a champagne flute, idly holding it between his fingers. “It’s been quite some time since our last meeting, no? How have you been?”

 

[Ozzdogcentral]

mood

Out of place

outfit

link

location

The ball

tags

N/A

“You’ll do well,” Orion’s mother soothed, her experienced hands working to wind her child’s thick copper hair into braids. “You’re charming— you really ought to remember that, little star. So long as you don’t turn into a mosquito, I think the elites will take to you just fine.”

Orion merely hums at his mother’s assurance, head tilting as she observes herself in the vanity. In bright, ornamental strokes of gold, his father had painted rather pretty designs onto Orion’s cheeks, emphasising the freckles on the skin there.

It was meant to make Orion beautiful, they know. Pretty enough to catch someone’s eye, to make your heart flutter. “A mosquito would be more handsome than I,” Orion joked without malice, one hand brushing back their fringe.

There was a tinge of truth to the joke. This would be a most marvellous banquet— the likes of which Orion had never seen. The only reason Orion even had something to wear was because a customer of his mother’s had decided that she hadn’t wanted the dress after its completion, and had told Mrs. Umbra to do with it what she will.

And what a gorgeous dress it was, Mrs. Umbra’s handiwork shining through in the beautiful lace trim, and in the wool of the cloak. The cream cloth made Orion’s somewhat pallid skin look flushed in comparison.

“Nonsense,” Mrs. Umbra chuckled, sliding a few flowery pins into Orion’s braids. She took a hold of Orion’s shoulders, pressing their back to her chest and looking at their reflections with… pride. Orion’s mother looked filled with pride. “Whoever sees you will fall madly in love, I’m sure.”

“This isn’t really about love, mama,” Orion murmurs, “Is it?”

Mrs. Umbra’s lips almost twitched into a frown, before pressing themselves into a solemn smile. “It is, if you want it to be, my little warlock.”

And, for Orion, that would have to be enough.

═ ═ ═ ╰☆╮ ═ ═ ═​

Orion arrives all too soon.

Gorgeous, gorgeous architecture. Delectable-looking food. Beautiful gowns— crafted with far more fine material than Orion’s own. They weren’t built for these sorts of events, he decides quickly. Saying no is an option, Orion has to remind herself.

Are people judging him? They have to be judging him. And Orion finds himself more put off by the thought than usual— she isn’t sure why. She likes people! She likes parties! So it stands to reason he should like this too. Right?

Carefully, Orion navigates through the ballroom, eyes flitting to and fro. Beneath his skirt, he allows a tail to form at his tailbone, letting it wrap around his thigh so that she might not fiddle with her hands.

The makeup was stuffy and this dress was too much. Orion doesn’t even like dresses, as beautiful as their mother’s handiwork was.

In. Out. Orion likes people. People like her too.

“…damn collar,” Orion whispers, pulling at the neck of his dress.

Orion Umbra.

© reveriee

Spoiler: Orion’s outfit

 

[Pretty Little Creature]

WILLOW ​

As the door shuts behind her and her eyes lock on Miluna's, a grimace of a smile is released and an awkward wave after that. Her eyes glance back to Lady again before they stray to Miluna again. Although, before she had a moment to explain or beg for her to be quiet. A varying array of nervous laughter and hissing escape her. Inwardly cringing at every passing moment. Willow just wanted to sink into a pink puddle on the floor. The small girl tried to find a moment to explain herself among the fluidity of Miluna's words, but there just was no opportunity. Please don't. Oh please, no. Willow thought frantically to herself. Felt almost sick to her stomach with nervousness. All she wanted was to get a glimpse. All she wanted was to be unnoticed, and now she was quickly becoming an eyesore of the room. All Willow could do was hang her head and avert her gaze to her several sizes too big shoes.
Fidgetting, she suppresses the urge to scream, cry and urinate herself. It was an ever-growing battle. She inwardly winced as one of Miluna's hands brushed up against her dress. Willow assumed she was remarking on how dirty and unsightly her dress was. Instead, though, a feeling like champagne bubbles started to grow and vibrate across her body. Sure she was dying or having a seizure; a worried gasp escapes her. Her eyes grow wide as the simple dress she had turned into a bloom of splendor.
At a loss of words, her mouth gapes at Miluna.
"Now that is better, isn't it? What are you waiting for then, go fetch yourself a cute elite to dance with. Or a warlock, even! Don't you waste your time with an old hag like me. This ball is to be enjoyed, this dress cannot be allowed to go to waste." Miluna gave Willow a playful wink.
Willow gives a nervous laugh in response. "I wont tell if you wont." Willow laughs a little more frantically. Then, touching a nervous gloved hand to her new enchanted mask. "Excuse me." Willow gives a polite curtsy and rushes out towards the balcony. She needed air now!
Darting amongst the shadows of people, she trips over her heels. Losing one along the way, she hobbles her way outside. Taking in deep swallows of cool summer air. The breeze felt nice. Her irises rising to the moons. She sighs. "You'll be alright." Touching a gloved hand to her chest, she tried to calm her nerves. At least she was wearing a mask. "Damn, I lost a slipper."

 

[Arnalia]

Zara Shariq ​

Spoiler: Zara's dress

Spoiler: Zara's falcon Jamil

Zara's home
┗━•❃°•°❀°•°❃•━┛​

She felt her mother heavy gaze behind her back, her apprehension and worries palpable. Zara paid it no mind as she shuffled through her dress and shawls, filling her bags with every piece of clothes deemed good enough to wear. Her little sister Amani was still trying to close the other bag on her bed. This one filled to the brim with herbs, plants, seeds, sand and dirt bottles as well as her gloves and shoulder pad for Jamil to land on. She hoped the palace had accommodation for birds, or he would screech and throw a tantrum if he didn't have a proper perch. The one she had too large to take.

As she closed her bags and made a quick check that everything was there she let out a contented sigh.
"And that should be all." She clapped her hand and ruffled her little sister head.
"Thank's for the help Mani. You're really the best," she grinned.
Amani chuckled while trying to avoid her hand in mock annoyance.
"I know !" She gave a big smile, showing some of her fallen baby tooth.
"But in return, Zaza, when you will be at the big palace I want lots of pretty flowers. OK?
"Flowers ? Why ? Aren't mine pretty enought ?" Zara smiled mischievously and tickled the young girl who giggled. Then taking her little sister in her arms she hugged her close and said.
"Of course Mani, Zaza will only bring you the most beautiful flowers she can find." She put her down and continued,
I will bring you even more pretty thing if you promese to be a good girl and listen to Mama and the other. OK ? Now go console Adil, the poor must be worry sick"
The little girl nodded and rushed out of the room.

"He isn't the only one who's worry." her mother said, brows creased in apprehension. Zara turned to her mother and gave her a sad smile.
"Mama, she closed the gap between them and put her hands on her shoulder, Please, don't worry so much. It will be fine, she smiled reassuringly, I will be prudent, OK ? "
"Lie." Her mother said deadpan.
Zara let out a snort and lightly tapped her shoulder.
"Oh! So little faith in me ! Why do you wound me so mother ?" she chuckled and shaked her head.
"I birthed you young lady, and even in my stomach you couldn't stop kicking and moving so much I knew you would be a feisty one." Her mother smiled
"Fine mama. I promise you. I will try to get back home without causing too much of a ruckus or hurting myself. Better ?"
"Better." Her mother nodded and embraced her tightly.
"Don't forget to write to us, ya helo (my beautiful) or else you will have to buy me magic lotion for the grey hair I'm gonna have because of you."
Zara held her mother tightly and hummed in agreement.

The rest of the morning was spent in comforting Adil and Aisha, as well as taking note of things Ahmed and Asim as well as Amani wanted her to bring back if she could or write about. After an hour of hugs and farewell, Zara said her last goodbye to her familly and started her journey to the palace.

Nym Palace
◣──•~❉᯽❉~•──◢​

Her room was far larger than she thought it would be. Taking her time she meticulously arranged all of her herbs and bottles into the cupboards and shelves. Then she took her little potted plants and put them outside in the small garden prepared for her. She knew the palace reputation but the care put into her room managed to surprise her still. It was like someone peered into her mind and manifested everything she could think she would need and then do better.

After her bags were unpacked and all her clothes neatly put in the closet, she turned to Jalim. The falcon was on a sturdy mahogany perch, chewing on some meat snack she gave him. Zara caressed the bird feathers, cooing at him to get his attention and then showed it an outfit.
"What about this one ?" She held up a short green shirt with a golden like skirt coupled with a transparent red veil. The bird tilted his head.
"To simple ?" The bird bobbed his head up and down and she took another outfit.
"And this one? Hmm? It's one of my favorite and beside green look good on me!"
The falcon flapped his wings and let out a disapproving chirp.
"What do you mean ? Not flashy enough ! " she cocked one eyebrow and Jamil pointed his beak toward her closet.

Zara opened it and showed him each of her dress, waiting for the falcon to voice his approval. As she was about to give up, Jalim chirped loudly.
"Wait...are you sure ?" she looked at him
The falcon chirped again. Her hand passed over the bright red and white dress, covered with gold embroideries. It came with a matching necklace and tiara and seemed of the highest quality.
"I still can't believe Mama agreed to lend it to me. Of course after the clan exiled us I expected her to sell it right away. I remember I asked her about it once. Do you know what she said Jamil?
The bird tilted his head questioningly.
Zara gaze grew fond and she said,
"She told me that even if we forsook the old way, receiving this dress for her coming of age as an adult of the tribe made her proud. She wanted to keep it as a proof of all the lessons she learned from the clan. The good and the bad, for her it didn't matter, she saw both as invaluable and a way to never forget were we came from."
The bird let out a quiet noise.
"Awww, you're so cute ! she petted his head and cooed, Anyway Jaja we're ruining late, best prepare ourselves now !"

Now clad in red and gold with Jamil settled on her shoulder, she strode into the ballroom, head held high and chest out.
The spacious room was covered in gems, precious rugs and tapestries hanged on the wall as well as a few paintings.

Her eyes quickly noticed a.....purple man ?...Huh, interesting. He seemed busy talking to another one.

Her gaze darted to a masked man talking to a cute looking girl in blue. She looked a little nervous, well she would too if a man in a white mask spoke to her. Althought he was not the only one, she didn't get it. Wasn't this suppose to be a "get to know each other" ball ?

As she walked her gaze landed on the center of the room. Ah, this must be the Lady she thought, looking at the regal woman sitting on a throne. Near her a timid looking girl stood. Even as far as she was it looked more like the girl was spoken to by the Lady than them having a friendly conversation."Poor thing," she muttered.

Out of the corner of her eyes she saw a petite woman with a golden mask dashing to the balcony. What do they all have with mask ? She shook her head.

Finally her eyes landed on a blue skinned woman with four arms and an ethereal appearance.
Wait. Wait. Wait.
Four arms ? Blue ? Ethereal and elegant build ?
Nooooooo, really ?
Was it really her? Why was she standing on the side all alone ? Jamil chirped at her but before she could do anything the young falcon flew out straight toward her.
"Jamil !" she said and weaved her way through the guests to join the blue woman.

The bird circled around her head and chirped before landing on the woman shoulder.

Zara chided him as she reached them.
"Jamil ! Come here, she doesn't have a shoulder pad ! You're hurting her, you dummy ! " she beckoned the bird but the falcon refused to move.
"Ah, seven rivers ! I'm sorry ! Usually he is very well behave. Let me help you." she said as she reached for him and plucked him out of the lady's shoulder, putting him on her own.
"I'm Zara Shariq by the way ! May the river be with you, Sayidat Alqamar (Lady of the Moon) !
She offered her a wide smile and continued.
"It's you, isn't it ? If it is then I'm glad Jamil bothered you, she teased her, so I get the chance to make up for it tenfold of course ! she winked"
Zara then put a hand on her heart, and made a slight bow as she extended her other hand to Miluna.
"Milady, may I have this dance ?" she grinned.

mood : Let's dance!

coded by kaninchen

 

[Pretty Little Creature]

Lady ​

Being the creature she was, Lady became bored quickly and decided to manipulate the best course of action to feed her ego. Narrowing her eyes about the room, an idea came to her. Lady claps her large, manicured hands to gather the room's attention. The string instruments ceased for one moment, and the shadows about the room came to a complete and awkward stop.
"I have decided to play a game." She stood up slowly. "It is ever so tiresome to see such a unique and once in a lifetime, for some, to be wasted on idle chatter and standing about. Then, like a drill sergeant, she paced in place. "You came here to find a partner." Then, snapping her clawed fingers, those enchanted shadow figures stood up straight and ridged, awaiting her order. "I order you to dance." With that, whether one wanted to or not. Elites were suctioned to magics in a dancing pair. Their bodies pressed together in a tight embrace. "Music." Lady snaps her fingers once more. "Now I order you all to dance!" Lady giggles in amusement at the awkward individuals dancing their enchantment throughout the ballroom floor. "This will be entertaining."

 

[Howl]

"A ball.." Yoruichi softly whispered under her breathe, her mind wandering off in a daydream. "How exciting." Her lips curled into a smirk as she looked away from the window she was sitting near, her eyes now gazing at the older scholars she was studying alongside. She was looking at them one by one, focused on examining them, until one of them coughed from elderly age and broke her concentration. How nice it will be to be around those near my age. She thought to herself, a small chuckle escaping from her lips as she pat the back of the man who recently coughed.

Yoruichi packed her books and said her goodbyes with the senior scholars, all of them congratulating her for being chosen to par take in the famous tradition. While the only common interest she ever shared with these academics was studying, she did acknowledge she would miss them. They were together since her childhood, after all. With a heartfelt parting, she left the building and removed her monocle on the way out - an accessory she only wore during research.

The young woman boarded a carriage that was awaiting for her at the school gates, the vehicle soon departing to take her to her parent's house. As the carriage drove along, Yoruichi pushed her hair back so it was out of her face, the beauty mark under her right eye becoming apparent. It had only been a few minutes since she left the school, but she already could feel newly found freedom. After roughly half an hour, she had arrived to her home where her parents were waiting at the front door, waving to their daughter happily. She hadn't seem them in awhile considering her academy had dorms, and for the fact that she was awful at paying visits. Yoruichi jumped off the carriage, and walked over to her parents for a quick embrace.

"My little girl is so grown up.." Her mother said as she was holding her daughter in a tight hug. Yoruichi nuzzled her head into her mother's neck affectionately before she was suddenly grabbed by both shoulders, and positioned by her mother it stand in front of her. "Ah! No time to waste! We cannot have you being late!"

And with that, the family went into the house to prepare for Yoruichi's departure.

Yoruichi was running a bit behind on time, so she multitasked while getting ready. A brush was in one hand while the other shifted through her closet to look for proper attire. Once she decided on what to wear, she finished combing her locks and dressed herself. She adored one of the more extravagant outfits she owned - black leggings with lace detailing on the sides, a gold decorated red tailcoat, and rather tall heel boots to match. She then went over to her makeup table and applied cosmetics topped with a wine lipstick to complete the look. She also styled her hair for it to lay behind her shoulders so it wouldn't bother her. She gave herself one last look in the mirror before leaving her room to make sure she was satisfied with her result.

As she turned around, she noticed her mother was helping her pack her belongings. Yoruichi went over and aided in the process, putting her research materials next to her clothing in the suitcase. Once all was done, she gave each parent another embrace before saying their farewells. They then helped Yoruichi aboard the next carriage that was to deliver her to the palace.

"Don't forget to write to us!" Her mother shouted as the carriage began to drive off to which she replied, "Of course I'll write! I'll try to visit soon!"

----------------------------

The carriage ride was a lot smoother than she was used to, which made her think about the quality differences there must've been between the vehicles. The wealth of the palace was no joke, and the thought was a bit intimidating. Due to her family's wealth, she hadn't gotten to experience the finer luxuries of life. At least in this moment, she got to enjoy the swift journey of an expensive carriage.

Upon arrival, she was shown to her room. It was much larger than the ones in both her house and the academy. Yoruichi wanted to explore its beautiful features, but she was running out of time. She dropped off her luggage as quickly as possible so that she could be off to the ball.

----------------------------

And what a ball it was. The ballroom was beautifully adorned in eye-catching decorations, the music was gentle to the ears, and the people that filled room were all so charming. It was a dazzling scene, and the sight made her rather excited to join in. But, she was also a bit nervous. She hadn't been around peers her own age in awhile, and wasn't sure if she was going to come off unsettling. Her eyes glanced over the room to see who looked approachable. Unfortunately, it looked like many were already in their own conversations. She put her gloved hands onto her hips, wondering what her next move should be. And just then, it was announced that the dancing was to begin. Yoruichi smiled a bit, thinking that this could be a good opportunity to enjoy herself. All she needed was someone to dance with.

Spoiler: Outfit