Jancis looked over the humorous mask as she undressed.
So that is what a masquerade was like.Â
It was crowded beyond capacity for the cottage, full of life and festivities, like a majestic multi-colored forest of the trees only seen in dreams.
It was truly incredible.
The crowd made a sea of noise, happy chatter, and the house was as warm and inviting as she had remembered; even if the nooks and crannies had been changed for the sake of guests. Over the waves of conversations, Jancis heard a familiar voice, the hacked up words and tone undeniable. Turning her head and looking through the crowd, she politely as possible tried to make her way towards where it came from, only to find herself dragged away in the current of people the wrong direction.
Still, usually the flow made her run into familiar faces. She had been a behemoth and skipped about the sidewalk as a mighty stead to the Meligobo. She had recited a poem that Lady Reinette did encourage her to share. A mysterious enchanter lord was there with dark pet coeurl. The ocean visited, claiming to be a gallizionaire (whatever that may be) before running himself into the actual ocean. The horse bird and partner horse lady. The other behemoth, which looked far more exquisite. The skirted Flame with brilliant and long blonde hair. Not to mention the men in fancy suits and masks tried to drown her further in compliments.Â
So many costumes; how strange it was that the masks let people feel more free and unveiled.
But now she sat in her room, full from the dinner where many friends sat and gabbed on about the night. Now a comforting sound of snoring came from the other side of the partition in the room. Â Sword had said she did not deserve to wear a mask; she was better without. He didn't know how much those words struck at her; how she had been told them once before. It was a loving and endearing comment.
Jancis was truly not alone and it was heartening. She thought about her fortune, vast as it was, and how there was one who did not have the same. Sir Vashyr, out on his own trek, completing whatever he vowed himself to do Turns ago.Â
He deserved better than to be alone.
So that is what a masquerade was like.Â
It was crowded beyond capacity for the cottage, full of life and festivities, like a majestic multi-colored forest of the trees only seen in dreams.
It was truly incredible.
The crowd made a sea of noise, happy chatter, and the house was as warm and inviting as she had remembered; even if the nooks and crannies had been changed for the sake of guests. Over the waves of conversations, Jancis heard a familiar voice, the hacked up words and tone undeniable. Turning her head and looking through the crowd, she politely as possible tried to make her way towards where it came from, only to find herself dragged away in the current of people the wrong direction.
Still, usually the flow made her run into familiar faces. She had been a behemoth and skipped about the sidewalk as a mighty stead to the Meligobo. She had recited a poem that Lady Reinette did encourage her to share. A mysterious enchanter lord was there with dark pet coeurl. The ocean visited, claiming to be a gallizionaire (whatever that may be) before running himself into the actual ocean. The horse bird and partner horse lady. The other behemoth, which looked far more exquisite. The skirted Flame with brilliant and long blonde hair. Not to mention the men in fancy suits and masks tried to drown her further in compliments.Â
So many costumes; how strange it was that the masks let people feel more free and unveiled.
But now she sat in her room, full from the dinner where many friends sat and gabbed on about the night. Now a comforting sound of snoring came from the other side of the partition in the room. Â Sword had said she did not deserve to wear a mask; she was better without. He didn't know how much those words struck at her; how she had been told them once before. It was a loving and endearing comment.
Jancis was truly not alone and it was heartening. She thought about her fortune, vast as it was, and how there was one who did not have the same. Sir Vashyr, out on his own trek, completing whatever he vowed himself to do Turns ago.Â
He deserved better than to be alone.
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