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With the dawning of the new year, an ancient tradition is reborn.

The ballroom is decorated in dark reds and golds. Pae'il mingle wearing exquisite costumes and delicate masks. There is dancing and food.

The small faes that run the HQ skitter about restocking the buffet and pinning up any sagging decorations. A small orchestra of fae provide the music from above the dance floor.

The air is dark and mysterious but bright and fun.

It seems that most of the pae'il have either not heard of the mysteriously letter or have chosen to forget it.

Events

Jan 17 - The doors to the masque open.

(( Debi will be a child for this RP, never mind that she's technically a teen. I need child RPs for her. D: ))

A short red Pae strode purposefully into the room, her black hair pulled back into a pony tail with ringlets, and a leaf and red flower mask settled cutely on her round face. The cute empire waist dress she wore had been adorned with matching flowers, and instead of a bow on the back, there was a small flower arrangement, like a bouquet. She looked like a flower princess!

Her hand was attached to that of a much older Pae, dragging him along behind her. A bemused expression was settled across what features could be seen of the gray Pae. Most of them were hidden behind a mask constructed from carefully dried and arranged kelp and seashells. He wore a more understated outfit, as befitted a Pae who liked to stick to the edges. Let his daughter be the center of attention. That suited Aoaka just fine.

That said, he was dressed in a charcoal gray tuxedo with long coat tails, the details the same dark green as the kelp in his mask. Seashells were his cufflinks, and the amulet that let him leave the water was still around his neck. The mask was the most outlandish part, and one could almost tell that it hadn't been the older of the two that had made it.

"Papa, come on!" Debi said in a loud whisper. She was so excited! This was going to be her first real event, instead of just seeing a Pae every now and again. She loved him to death, but her papa was a hermit. It frustrated the little social butterfly to no ends.

Aoaka released her hand. "Go on ahead, honey. Just stay where we can see each other," he cautioned, and watched her dash into the sparse crowd already gathered.

He himself looked around for one Pae in particular, one that he longed to see, but circumstances seemed determined to prevent them from meeting up.

Pol... are you here? he wondered to himself.

Debi, meanwhile, was looking about excitedly, enjoying the masks people were wearing. She saw one young man, just a little older than herself, with a bright red mask, and she frowned a little. He looked familiar...

Without further contemplation, the young demon Pae headed his way.

"Hey there! You look familiar! Who are you behind that mask, hm?" she asked with a mischievous grin.

The fiery-colored Naiad peeked into the room hesitantly, completely out of practice with social situations and wondering not for the last time what in the world she was even doing here. She reached up, tucking a bit of hair behind her ear, her fingers brushing against the water lily she'd made into a hair ornament.

Serafina had found some rather unusual supplies for a water-dweller thanks to her travels. She'd been growing more and more adventurous, venturing further from her home at the lake with each trip, eventually even making it to the HQ on her own a couple of times. She'd been impressed with the wide variety of things she could find here, everything from food to materials, and it seemed as if anything anyone wanted could be found here. On a recent trip, she'd found a beautiful long piece of fabric, it's colors varying through all the blues and greens of the lake's waters and she couldn't resist taking it with her. She only hoped it hadn't belonged to someone at the time, as she didn't consider this until later. News of the masquerade prompted her to try and turn the fabric into a wrap-around gown of sorts, and with a little work, she'd managed to do so. She was quite proud of her work, to be honest. She'd even had a little left over for finishing touches on her mask -- a pair of large clam shells side by side with holes drilled/chipped in each for her eyes. The water lily in her hair was simply a final touch.

Reaching up to finger her pendant nervously, Serafina took a deep breath to steady herself and took her first few awkward steps into the party. Better to throw herself in the middle of things now while there were only a few Pae'il milling about rather than later when things got too busy.

Two masked Pae walked into the room together. Both of them wore masks and suits, but it was quite evident who they were to those who'd have met them. The grey male with tri-colored angel wings looked around, then looked up to the yellow colored Fae. "So who is it that you arranged for me?"

The Fae looked around then pointed to a teen Pae with rather interesting wings and tail. "That young lady over there. Her name is Sari; she's expecting to meet you."

The Pae sighed and adjusted the collar of his shirt, appearing rather nervous, then made his way to they unique young maiden pointed out to her. Bowing, he offered his hand to her. "May I ask your hand in a dance?"

The Fae smiled, keeping himself to a distance. He observed them from a distance, watching to see what others were going to do here, and where his two older siblings were.


Raziel frowned, not looking happy at all in his suit; he'd fully refused to wear a mask of any sort.

Pastela, now a teen, hung on his arm in a light creme colored gown that fell off her shoulders. She wore pearls around her neck, a single strand, and her hair was pulled back in an almost elfish style. She smiled brightly, amazed at everything that was going on. It had taken a LOT of begging and pleasing, but she'd finally caved Raziel.

Shale smiles and removed his mask so he could see better. "I believe so. I'm Shale, and Seth would be my brother. It's wonderful to meet you, Miss Sari." He smiled warmly to her. He felt so much more relieved now that the ice had been broken, though he was still a bit nervous. He felt that he'd been set up on a date, but it seemed that the young girl was quite nice.