SaphireTsuki
Aspiring Author
Saphire, changed and dressed, waited at the doors, not sure if she should go in or not. She had her mask on, her clean costume, and the rapier set at her side. Now all she had to do was figure out if it was time to go in or not. Or if she should. Nervously she messed with the dark-enough-blue-it's-now-black fingerless gloves she had on. Given her Uncle's reaction to her wanting to go... it might have been better if she'd just not gone. Let's not think about how he knew about it, shall we?