The room was full of colours and shapes and people. The masks gave the evening a feeling of mystery and a flavor of being unreal, and Narcisse was loving it. These people on their own might be unsavory, ugly in face or in personality, but hidden behind masks and taken as a group, it was all very beautiful. It was bound to be interesting, as well, because in theory since they were behind masks, people would be more true to themselves tonight. Women's tongues would move a little freer, and men's hands would be a little less controlled. It would certainly be interesting to see what unfolded.
Narcisse wandered alone, her ivory gown standing out in the sea of bright, saturated colours. It was cut in a style more akin to the fashions of Enos than the mainland, made up of many flowing layers. Aside from the style, the only hint of her house colours was the thread the gown was put together with: ice blue provided just enough of a difference from the white to make her gown seem to glitter. The whole thing had something of a wintery feel, and her mask echoed the theme, its simple lines and slight texture reminiscent of a snowflake. Nevermind that Narcisse was not familiar with snow; she moved with the grace and silence of a soft snowfall.
Moving through the crowd, she kept glancing up above the crowd to see if she could spot her brothers. Being of one of the taller families of the land did have its advantages, after all. Renate, she was sure, had his own agenda for tonight, and she knew better than to get in the way. Etienne was a different story; whatever business he had could likely be put off in favor of a dance with his sister. Or at least she could hope so, anyway.
It didn't take long, however, for her to find someone else that she was just as happy to spend her time with. Abrielle was looking beautiful, but a bit lonely, and so Narcisse slid through the crowd and offered her friend a smile. "Abrielle, you look gorgeous!" She stepped back to take in the full effect before stepping in closer, linking her arm with Abby's. "But where is your little four legged companion? Were there no masquerade costumes small enough for him?"
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