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King Cervus strolled through the hall, unrecognizable in his decadent costume. He was garbed as the Green Man of lore, his face and hair dyed green with molded leaves surrounding it. His torso had been garbed in browns and greys, with dark lines depicting bark. From behind and atop his head, branches with leaves jutted upwards, completing the image of a tree with the Green Man's face peering out of it. This did well to disguise his antlers which appeared to be nothing more tree branches.

He strode amid the hanging fabric, smiling a serene and happy smile. His people were reborn, the year was dawning anew, and he had married his queen. Life was sweet.
(Art by Sayuri_Nitta)

Cervus spotted the first arrival and he drifted in her direction. "Good evening, Milady. Don't you look lovely. Welcome to the Masquerade. Would you do me the honor of a dance?" The Fey King went to great lengths to disguise his voice for the occasion, trying to make himself as unrecognizable as possible. So it was that the Green Man entreated the glamorously costumed girl for a dance.

She giggled for a moment, "thank you very much! Your costume is brilliant! Very clever idea." She quickly cleared her throat and nodded, removing the hand from the grasp on the necklace. "Of course," she stated, smiling through her disguise. It interested her, she pondered on the identity of the person behind the mask, but that was the name of the game, and she'd only be left to ponder on it.

"Good Evening," she replied to the woman who had strolled over for a brief moment before heading toward the tables.

Feles scowled inwardly as he paused at the entrance to the Great Hall. The trip here had been uneventful, and he was hoping everything went off without a hitch. So long as one of them managed to plant the drug, things would work perfectly...

He slipped into the Hall, staying amidst the wispy fabric that shrouded places here and there, his feet making no sound on the floor. Around his feet was cupped fabric that had been starched stiff and painted with a metallic gold hue. The 'covers' went up to his knee where they were held in place with gilded trim, a fall of wispy, pastel colours falling down as if they were the fetlock over a horse's hoof. The tunic he wore was white, trimmed in gold, as were the bands that decorated his upper arms and wrists. From the ones on his wrists, a matching fall of the silken hairs dropped to cover his hands lightly. His hands were coloured as well, Youko having gotten hold of theatrical makeup that wouldn't rub off on everything and painted the cat from wrist to fingertip in the gold colouring. Where the feathering covered the purple tattoos on his leg, gold makeup covered the one on his face, the boy's eyes rimmed with the same shade.

All in all, he had an almost magical look about him, lent to even more by the spiralling golden horn that had been securely attached to his forehead with spirit gum. His ears were left alone, bearing enough of a resemblance to horse's ears on their own... and the boy's hair and tail had been dyed in the same pale rainbow shades as the costume hair that had been used to make the hand and foot covers. His tail, however, had a gold cord wrapped at the base, and wound down over a good three quarters of it, holding the fur tightly to the skin. Only the last part was allowed to tuft outward, making it seem like a unicorn's tail.

He would never forgive his Kithain for dressing him up like this... but even HE had to admit that it was a damned good idea for sneaking into a Sun Court party.

Pale eyes scanned quickly, seeing that hardly anyone had arrived yet. It would do good for him to just stay out of the way for now and pretend he was just some kid that one of the Kithain had brought with them.

Cervus smiled and twirled the young lady about the dance floor, his steps very graceful and well learned in the waltz. When the song ended he stepped back and bowed low to Ursa. "I was honored to dance with you, Milady."

She curtseyed elegantly and took a step back, but upon stepping back; a pain, fast as a shot, raged through her. Nails digging into her palm, she fell another few steps back, panting heavily as the pain raged on. A beam of blue white light shot out in all directions, taking Ursa completely by surprise.. Her back lurched over, and she held herself, waiting for this immense pain to surpass.

Ursa blinked, she grasped her palm and looked carefully. Her hand automatically being forced up to her hair, she ran her fingers through, blinking once more in shock. Adulthood? She remained silent, overcome with a certain mix of disbelief and joy. What a time to transform. She was left without words, just wanted a mirror. "U-u-umh excuse me for a moment." The after effects were fading quickly.

She jumped out of her heels, picked them up, and rushed for the bathroom, a hand up to secure her mask... She pushed open the door and peeked inside, running inside, and startling as her reflection greeted her.

"Wow..." croaking she quickly admired herself without the mask, for a brief moment mind, before slipping it back on.