Spring time ball (open)

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Somewhat outside of the city proper of Chicago in the botanical gardens Sorcha hired out a section of the gardens in the same way that some hire them for weddings. Setting up a large ten in the area to keep out the eyes of the uninvited she created a tween space of a spring glad. Those who entered the tent, passing the glamoured fae security, saw wonders of flower sculptures blooming out of shaped ice, green grass softer than the most plush carpets, and tables of delectables the likes of which mortals can only dream of. Soft and sumptuous music played from nowhere the stars twinkled above and their hostess stood out amongst the crowd of the already gathered fae nobles. Sorcha choose to dress a a rose for her costume, though it only counted as a clothing in the sense that it covered in the most minimal preservation of modesty. A living vine of real roses twined up around her body, hiding from view what most would want to see, and the deep purple blossoms gave off a heady perfume and complimented her sapphire hair and moon bright skin. Her mask covered only half her face and it appeared to be made of living rose petals that bloomed out of her skin around her eye. She glided amongst her guests smiling and laughing, as invisible servants carried trays of sweet wines and sparkling juices. Already their was an atmosphere of comfort and joviality amongst the gathered host as if they had been having this party for a while and the sense of welcome spread over all who entered creating feeling of being safe and at ease able to let go of all their inhibitions and really enjoy themselves.

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Esme arrived at Sorcha’s invitation to the gardens. She was dressed elegantly. Her costume was a peacock. She wore a hoop and krenelin A cloak of India blue peacock feathers fell from her shoulders softer downy feathers formed the neck of the cloak which held no clasp for it was anchored at her shoulders. A corset ensconced her from bust to pelvic. The shell pattern looked almost like scales but it was the smoothness of the breast of a peacock. The skirt to this affaire belled out around her in a fluid like manor. A satin blue that matched the feathers perfectly with a soft golden tone brushed over the threads in a slightly feathered resemblance. The underskirt was a rich golden bronze color matching the tips of the feathers in her cloak. A pair of slippers adorned her feet in the same gold and blue.

Her blond hair fell in artful curls from a feathered head piece that was connected into a half mask that was predominately India blue with gold outlining around the eyes. It carried just slightly past the tip of her nose into a delicate golden beak. A gold neckless with matching blue gems circled her throat linking to a second neckless by delicate gold chains. Another row of the gold ensconced gems. Here and there through her curls you could see the gold and blue shine with a fire of its own.

For once Esme was walking under her own power. It was a gift. Such magic stored in the slippers on her feet wove a spell about her allowing her to walk and dance again without being held by someone else. She smiled looking to Forson who rode regally upon her right forarm. At both wrists she wore bracelets that were feathers and more of the blue and gold stones linked into rings that rode upon her ring fingers of each hand. Forson ruffled his plumage he was a worthy escort or companion his color had changed and he was bringing in spring as well as Sorcha. A riot of beautiful colors made a magnificent plumage for him.

Esme began looking for Sorcha. The walking rose. She had assisted earlier in contriving Sorcha’s costume. So she at the least knew what she was looking for. Esme came dressed as a peacock in honor of her companion. She knew she could never compare to Forson’s loveliness but she could honor him in her own way. He had actually helped her make the selection after Sorcha had provided her with the slippers.

[liadan]

Liadán hummed as he walked amongst the crowd. This was an interesting little soiree. It seemed that the Unseelie could do something right after all. He might have fun tonight. Maybe he'd find a new pet. The idea had some merit. Of course he would have to pay his...respects to the hostess. It was only right after all. He was drawing looks. He relished them. He always dressed to impress. He had learned the skill a long time ago along with his other habits. This was one he enjoyed more than the others. He licked his lips watching the different options he had. Today had such promise. Hopefully it lived up to its potential. He would be rather disappointed otherwise.

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Seeing Esme arrive with forson she had to applaude the womans creativity, for dressing as a peacock, and for doing so in such a creative matter. Crossing the glade, she had created for this party, Sorcha seemed to glide through the starlight like an arrante moonbeam pale and graceful. Striding up to the brave mortal who had accepted her invitation she embraced her like a sister, and her immortal flesh actually felt slightly warm beneath mortal fingers, clearly spring was thawing her out some. She smiled to Esme the light of springtime mischief sparkeled in her eyes, ture and without artifice she seeme genuinely pleased to see her, she took Esme's hands in hers and laughed a sound that was reminescent of airey bells on a distant fae hill.

"I am so glade that you came to my humble little gathering dear Esme. I do hope you found the slippers to your satisfaction, I know how you feel about getting cured but i thought maybe you might like to strech your legs and dance to celibrate the awakening of spring." Sorcha laughed again cheerily at the pun she had made, knowing that Esme's illness prevented her from doing such things on her owne without great effort and strain she hoped her joke would help put her in the appropriate jovial mood. It was hard not to feel happy in her overwhelming prescence, tiny flower sprites hovered around the blooms her costume taking the power of her glamour and creating a faint sparkeling aura like captured starlight. It was pretty obvious that she had already had a several drinks of the potent fae wines or that she had siphoned off a huge quantity of glamour for this party because she had never seemed more real and otherworldly than she had at this moment. It only took her a second to notice the bright one who had strayed into her little gathering she turned her head to look at him she could admire the delicate beauty of him but she also saw that he was a mere child not even a century old, he would be lucky if he was even half a that. He was less than no threat to her and her geusts but she would not go to great him personally he would have to find her if wanted to observe the rights of hospitality. Reaching out her hand she caught up two delicatly fluted glasses of glittering crystal, filled with a richly perfumed pink juice inside that smelled of sweet fruits and deep spices, as they passed by on a floating tray and she offereed one to Esme. "Please drink a toast with me to spring and the life that it brings with it, to the comming warmth and and the passions that the thaw brings to life in the sopft nights." She held her glass up to Esme.

[hiero]

Andrius dropped directly into the fete like a dark shadow. His arrival noticed as much as one would an errant trick of light. His guise intact despite having hurtled through the breezy Chicago night sky at speeds unsafe for unhelmeted travel. He had moved with the alacrity that he held in check when dealing with the masses.

As much as he enjoyed pulling he wool over sleeping eyes Andrius had to admit that he enjoyed cutting loose every once in a while. It was one of the few bits of his mortal life that stayed with him. That and his vanity. He bowed from the waist to the Arcadians whose drink was upended with the backdraft of his landing. He didn't bother shielding the weight of his age he instead allowed its shadowy essence to permeate the area.

It was the perfect way of hiding in plain sight. The mask would be his true face. The symmetry of the act was one that struck him as well met. Moving past the Arcadian in a kilt he made his way towards Esme and Sorcha. His aura pulsing before him announcing his arrival...

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T'lynx'tri walked into the gardens. He was dressed all in black. The tux was pressed and tailored. T’lynx’tri hated suits almost much as he hated parties. He was more at home on the battlefield, but he was new in town so he had to give face time to Sorcha. He scanned the crowd, mostly Arcadians, and then T’lynx’tri’s eyes settled on a human oddity, she stood out especially because of the company that she kept. Sorcha was in the moment. she was releasing this crippled human from an embrace. Maybe eventually T’lynx’tri will approach her, All in due time.

The wind picked up as T’lynx’tri whirled on his heel expecting to see one of his cousins getting out of hand. A vampire was walking by the sentries as if he belonged. He would’ve interceded, but far be it from T’lynx’tri to stop the entertainment.

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Esme laughed and smiled to Sorcha returning the embraced surprised at it but she still returned it. Forson having moved to her shoulder. He bowed to Sorcha from Esme’s shoulder. “Good evening your Highness. And for you this is a lovely affair. One must admire y our effort you are putting forth.”

Esme grinned. She was glad to be here. “Thank you for inviting me. The slippers are beautiful. They must have cost you more then a pretty penny. But I am humbled that you would think of me in such a way when you did not even need to invite me. And Yes I love them and your gathering anything you do is never humble but beautiful.”

Esme took a breath as she looked around as other patrons arrived and then she felt more then saw Andy moving towards them. “It looks at though your date has found you. And I am so glad the climbing rose work so well for the costume.”

[kitty]

Katrina arrived more appropriately through the front gates. She had not mastered the ability of flight. And she had the twins with her. Her escorts. They were dressed alike. One in the attired of a knight of daggers and the other as the page of daggers. They looked the usual delectable selves. Wearing clothing of another era leather pants knee high boots with one in a black silk shirt and one in a scarlet silk shirt both with a dagger on their belts.

Katrina herself was dressed as the Queen of daggers. Her gown was in a deep black velvet A scarlet corset ensconced her waist a dagger was connected by a belt that resided beneath the corset holding the dagger in its place a crimson stone glittered from its pommel. A soft gauzy mesh cover that of her breast it was black and with her white flesh it masked the flesh nicely She had no sleeve but she did wear a neckles of a pendant of a sword.

Her mask was delicately hand painted into place. For the twins Tro and Relam they wore a silk sash for their masks that had cut outs for the eyes, that matched their silk shirts.

[evilinnocent]

Bernice clad in a dark leather bandu that was embroider with gold cord in spiral. The black and blue body painted tattoos ran up and down her skin stopped at the skirt. The skirt fell at her upper thighs and her leather boots went to a inch below her knees. Brass and feathers decorated her fame in the bracers and necklace. When one looked at her face all you saw was spirals and runes painted on there in very black pant, all that was very visible was vivid blue in her eyes.

In her right hand she held onto a quarter staff that looked to be hand made. It had hieroglyphic carved in it with the Ankh in the middle. She took a long time making it over the last three years and this was the first time it ever came out in public. She researched each and every symbol on there and what they meant together. She was very proud of her work and showed it off tonight.

Bernice tentatively stepped farther into the gardens her eyes seemed wide as she scanned the area looking for Kisa. She held herself so tense as she walked threw the crowd areas. She felt out of place here with out her Cackle with her. Tossing her now black hair with blue stripes over her shoulder as she kept looking for Kisa.

[saph]

Saphyre stepped out of the car. She wore a pair of silver trimmed plexiglass heels she had taken the time to paint her toe nails to match the dress she wore. It was a silvery blue trimmed in silver, with accents of pearls and crystals in a delicate vine like pattern along the hem line which was repeated across the bust. And the half cap sleeves that served no purpose but to be pretty. She shook out the skirts a bustle supported them away from her body giving her the classic Cinderella look. Which was exactly whom she was portraying. Her brown hair that normally fall to her waist was curled and pinned into an artful weaving of slender braids and curls anchored by more of the pearls crystals and slender silver toned chains.

A Thin clear mask that had a burst of the pearls and crystals seemingly sat in place on her face it was a half mask that merely surrounded her eyes. The gray orbs were fringed in black they silvery blue of the gown seemed to bring a blue into her eyes that was not there. She turned slightly and waited for Simon. She did smile however.