Mysterious Allure on an Enchanting Evening - Open

[caspian]

The night was clear and the skies a somewhat dark shade of ebony mixed with indigos. He couldn't have asked for a more clearer sky or a more perfect evening. It was what he had wished for, after all. Caspian made his way back inside the ball room. It had been perfectly decorated, each accent perfectly designed and in their rightful place. He nodded his head, clearly satisfied.

He adorned a blue tunic with black pants, along with black boots. His mask was golden, yet the notes from a beautiful sonnet danced across the top of the venesian style. Caspian was excited about this evening, he filtered his way through guests that had already arrived. Each person secretly hidden behind masks that intrigued him.

Caspian nodded his head to each one he passed by. He smiled at each of them giving them his gratitude and thanks. This certainly would be one event he was sure would be remembered. He had been swept up in several different dances among the ladies, he had finally had to decline. His breathing a bit irregular from each dance he had been swept up in. Saeryn had laughed at his king, and friend's utter distress but eventually swept Caspian away wishing to speak to him, for which his king was ever greatful.

The king now stood against a wall observing the dancing as he sipped on a cup of the provided punch. He was defniately pleased with this night, now he just awaited the rest of his visitors to appear.

[puddleglum]

The marshwiggle entered the ballroom shortly after Caspian, dressed far differently than what anyone would have ever expected out of him. He was adorned in a golden tunic that covered up at least his body and as for his mask, it was a black leather mask that covered up his face. All that was left was his feet which he was able to find some black boots to cover them up with. He looked normal and even though it felt terribly weird, he'd be all right with it, wouldn't he?

Different individuals said their greetings to him, making him feel as though he belonged more than ever with these people. Soon enough, he was walking up to Caspian to which he smiled behind the mask. "Excellent choice for a ball, sir, if I do say so myself," he remarked, grinning. This mask was fragrant of leather which he loved to smell. . . Tonight was perfect.

[caspian]

Caspian smirked and nodded his head. "Thank you Puddleglum." he said looking over the crowd then to his friend. "Nice outfit, your about to look better than I this evening." he smiled at Puddleglum and then looked at the dancing crowds once more.

"It is hopefully to be a disaster free evening, all I can do is truly hope though." he nodded his head to a few more guests who entered then looked at Puddleglum. "Have you done some mingling?" he questioned, turning his body slightly to face Puddleglum, as he talked to him but still leaving the oppurtinity for people to come up to him, not being rude to either parties as it should be.

[puddleglum]

The marshwiggle found himself disappointed as Caspian recognized him almost immediately. Talk about your fairness, eh? Groaning in disappointment, Puddleglum nodded his head. "I had expected to fool you, but apparently I have failed to do so," he said rather mournfully, his head down in shame for a moment.

Mingling? Heavens no. Not with all these foreigners aside those he hoped he'd know. The only people he knew now were Lyanne, Caspian, High King Peter, and darling Lucy. Speaking of which, where were those three? Behind the mask no one would see his true feelings, but it was rather obvious. "No. I haven't had that pleasure yet, if it could be called that, I shouldn't wonder. I, however, have had the good virtuous blessings to meet the High King and his youngest sibling as of late. That was interesting. . .I do believe I'll shut up now."

He began to wander off with his eyes, looking around the room. Cor, this evening was disaster free for Caspian, but the disasters were just beginning for the marshwiggle. Or so he thought.

[nirvelli]

Nirvelli had received an invitation as she walked to the door of her and her mother's home. A taller, skinny man stood as her door wearing the imperial colors. She bit her lip a bit as he stood, a very serious look upon his face. All that went through mind was that she was caught.. Obviously, blood prejudices against her weren't gone, but she hoped this wouldn't be the case. The man handed her a small parchment with the kings seal. Puzzled, the young woman opened it. An invite? She let out some air in relief. Thank heavens.. She thought to herself. She nodded, and the man gave a half smile. "I'll be attending, Sir." She said, and the man nodded. "Good day." She said, shutting the door as he left. She was far from rich, but being a healer as well as a black smith brought in enough money for something new. It wasn't like she ever bought anything for herself as it was anyways...

The petite young lady had been fitted and prodded at for what seemed like a century as the woman in the shop worked. She finally had been fitted into her beautiful dress. It was a long, cascading dress white dress with a lace white mask upon her face. She looked at herself within a mirror, almost gasping. She couldn't even rcognise herself. She was usually a beautiful woman, but she was always more of a tomboy style. She smiled, making her bright blue eyes practically sparkle in the candle light.



She arrived to the ball feeling quite out of place as she walked in. Many had arrived to the ball, as she stood at the top of the stairway. She looked around at the many dresses. She smiled to a few that looked at her, trying not to seem too awkward as she walked down the stairs. She made it down without any trouble..thankfully. She had never been one to wear heels and this was nearly impossible to believe that she could move this gracefully. She had made sure to practice...a lot.. before coming. She refused to trip due to some elevated shoes..

The half blood nymph made her way through the crowd,"Excuse me...pardon me..." She was making her way through trying to get out of the madness to the back of the room. She suddenly bumped into Puddleglum as she was knocked into by a larger man. The man glared at her, and she simply glared back for his rudness deserved nothing but rudeness in return.. She looked at Puddleglum,"I'm sincerely sorry. Some people haven't any manners." She said in her naturally soft voice, looking back to the man who glared rather then apologised to her. She looked back to Puddleglum, looking him in the eyes, having the slight feeling she knew him..

[puddleglum]

The marshwiggle began to walk off, accidentally not watching himself and bumped into the gentleman that in returned rammed into Nirvelli. The pardons were made but it wasn't nearly enough for the gentleman who huffed and soon walked away. Looking at the woman in the gown, Puddleglum soon realized who it was that he was staring at: Nirvelli. His eyes widened for a moment and then he blushed behind the mask.

Clearing his throat when she made her statement, he nodded his head. "Forgive me for making the error. It was I who accidentally made this incident occur, milady. It is good to see though such other beauty in these parts since they can become exceedingly rare at times, yes?" he said at a horrible attempt of a compliment. Cor, he was a git, wasn't he?

[devona]

Usually Devona thought dresses were a waste of time. Usually, you couldn't drag her bound and gagged to an event like this. But when she found out who was hosting it, she jumped on the opportunity. She had found a tailorand a mask in record time and was now in a carriage on her way to the ball. She felt extremely strange as she crossed her leg at the ankle delicately, idily pulling the rags out of her hair that had curled it into perfect ringlets. She flexed her fingers, checking the necklace around her neck, pulling it to fall seductively just below her collar bone. Her creamy skin and delicate cleavage were set off by the perfect cut of her dress. She did and at the same time didn't look like Devona.

The carriage rattled to a stop and the driver came around to open the door and help her out. She straightened her skirts of gold and burgendy dress, allowing them to fall around her perfectly. She placed her gold mask to her face. Rather reluctantly, she made her way into the ball.

She floated to the wall, looking for anyone she knew. Only then did she notice Caspain, looking strikingly handsome this evening, and Puddleglum. Setting her grin on her face and bitting her lips a few times to make them redder, she made her way towards them. She slipped in next to the two, smiling at both. "Good evening, gentlemen."

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[Lady Lyanne Danell]

Lyanne took a deep breath as she stard at herself in the mirror. She wondered if she even looked recognizable in that dress... hair... crown and mask. She bit her bottom lip and just looked at herself trying to recognize the eyes that stared back at her. She was nervouse... scared... but why should she be? there was no reason for her to feel as she did and yet there she was still staring at herself.

She shook her head and taking a deep breath pushed any and all bad thoughts aside. This is a nice to have fun... go around unbiddened and unrecognized. She smiled softly her reddish lips in a smile. She blinked and then winked at herself. Blue eyes looking back... You look ravishing Lyanne... absolutely amazing..."Why thank you my good sir..." she giggled and shook hear head once more. "I'm acting like an idiot.. but maybe I'll get asked to a dance..." she said to herself once more.

Taking once final look at herself she then made her way towards the Ball. Music danced all around her as she approached the Grande Ballroom. It was strange to her... an almost magical essence in the air. She smiled, stood straights and walked inside the room. It looked quite enchanting. She walked around almost in a bit of a daze...

Her eyes swept through the room as she tried to take in all the wonder and magic in that chamber. She never expected it to be this amazing and hoped to no to be left wanting that night.

[caspian]

-Devona-

After Puddleglum disappeared from him, Caspian was left standing alone once more. He noticed several people enter, yet it was hard to figure who was who. Their masks doing well at hiding their identities, it was a mere miracle for no one to get into a marital spat this evening, especially if one was to get a bit.. tipsy.

He then realized over the roar of the crowds and the dancing of feet he was being spoken to. He turned glancing upon a lovely woman. "Good evening miss." he said offering a bow and praying he would not be thrown into any more dances that evening.

[danielle]

Danielle had made it. She now stood outside the castle walls waiting to enter. As she approached she heard the music. She was feeling very consious of herself because of the dress she was wearing. It wasn't that it wasn't nice, in fact she found it very lovely. It was red and flowing, she just wasn't sure how it looked on her. Not that anyone could truly recognize her. Or even know who she was. She didn't know enough people for anyone to recognize her. But in any case her dress had a hood on the back which hid the majority of her face, and her hair which was pulled back.

She only had an eye mask on, it was black with feathers. But the only real part of her that would call any attention to her was her eye color. Her Navy blue eyes always tended to stand out, and the ring of bright yellow just made them much more unique. She entered the ballroom timidly, but it wasn't a sign of fear just her being shy. She didn't know anyone so she didn't bother to look, but she did enter and stand slightly off to the side as others around her danced and laughed. As everyone enjoyed themselves around her she realized this was in no way somewhere she truly wanted to be. And yet she was here, wondering why every second.

[devona]

-Caspian-

Devona grinned at him, her Cheshire cat grin. He apparently did not recognize her, which could always be a good thing. Perhaps if he knew not who she was, she could get a kiss out of him before the evening was out. Oh, to be kissed again, it had been nearly three hundred years. She observed him up close. He did not seem to want to dance and she did not manage very well with such things.

"Might you accompany a young lady to the balcony, good sir?" She asked softly, making sure her hair covered her ears. She waited anxiously for his reply.[/blockquote]

[High King Peter Pevensie]

Peter;

In true royal fashion, Peter had intended to make an appearance, and a noted one. The ball had not yet filled to his liking, but any later delays would possibly cause Caspian grief, and surely Peter would not wish that on his friend. He had dressed simply, all for the purpose of not being recognized. The top he wore was teal, more green then blue. Golden fabrics ran this way and that, paired with a set of golden buttons towards his chest. At the cuffs, two parallel golden lines ran around his wrist, an inch or so apart. The tunic fell just over his hips, where upon light tan pants covered the rest of him. Black boots, with golden buckles, completed the look. Peter was satisifed with it, for it passed him off as a young gentleman of good breeding, but certainly not a king. He had not had to compromise fashion or his identity. What luck!

He had had a great deal more trouble with the mask, however. Typical masks were made for women, with sparkles and feathers, and ridiculious nonsense a man would not get caught up in. He had finally asked a semstress Beaver to assist him in his quest. She had, as if by magic, whipped up the perfect golden mask. It covered enough of his face and skin to conceal his name, and it was aligned with gems the same color as his tunic. He had swept his hair back in a manner that was unlike his usual style, and galloped off to the castle with pride.

He entered the room at the end of a song, when everyone had parted. The dancers grinned breathlessly at their partners as Peter meandered down the stairs, and was instantly invited to dance with a woman in red. He gracefully denied her, informing her his duty lay in checking up on the host. She seemed to glower at him, but by that time Peter had left her side.

What fun, to be unknown! It was a relief, really, to be treated like a commoner for a change. He stepped with the dancers, avoiding the swaying women with their large dresses, and searched the room for Caspian. Unlucky in finding his host, Peter settled next to a table filled with drinks, sipping from a glass cup, his eyes still hungrily searching for anyone he may know.

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[caspian]

-Devona-

Caspian nodded his head and offered her his arm. It would be good to get some fresh air after all. "I would be delighted." he responded softly as he smiled at her before escorting her to the balcony.

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[jasmine]

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Jasmine was not in the least bit pleased about having to go to this party... ball... whatever it was. She had never wanted to go. If only her sister had been dumb enough to not tell her mother that Jasmine was not planning on going. Or, if only Jasmine had not been stupid enough to tell her sister in the first place. The little snitch that Lilliane was! Unbelievable! How could she have done this to Jasmine? Rolling her eyes at the thought of her sister, Jasmine didn't quite seem to care that people passing her must have been thinking she was a little demented, after all... whom rolled their eyes at a wall?

Of course they could not know she was in truth rolling her eyes at her sister in thought yet Jasmine wasn't worried about what people said about her in the least bit. Sighing as her sister nudged her to enter the room and leave the hallway Jasmine restrained the need to glare at her older sister and instead nodded, as an obeying little pet and followed after her sister, carefully. Why did she have to have her hair done this way? With the long locks, though tied up at a certain part, ending up loose yet again? Especially when she was wearing earrings, something she rarely did. The mere memory that flooted back to her memory caused her to push her locks off her shoulders and let them fall down her back.

Silently and cautiously the young Conners followed her sister in the ballroom, the feeling of her dress brushing against her legs making her uncomfortable, she didn't want to be here. Not now, not ever. Her eyes glanced towards the exit for a while, maybe she could enjoy herself in the gardens, who knew they might just be gorgeous? Though it would seem more polite if she stayed for a while, and she wouldn't want to offend anyone so she sighed, giving in to the plees her sister had been making and remaining in the large room. Adjusting her mask back on top of her nose perfectly Jasmine looked around the crowd for a moment, not recognizing anybody.

Turning to talk to her sister Jasmine's eyes widened slightly as she sighed, yet again. Her sister was missing, now this was just great! She was at a place she did not want to be, wearing everything she despised, juwels, and she was by herself! Man, was she lucky today. Shaking her head slightly a small smile lit up onto her features. She was just being a tad bit pessimistic today, that's all. All she had to do was smile and at least try to look at this situation in a bright light. Smiling she neared the walls, awaiting patiently for someone. Just someone, anyone, to talk to or maybe to dance with, that smile she had mustered up still plastered on her face. [/ul][/blockquote]

[lexi]

Julia sighed as she sipped from the crystal glass in her hands. In all honestly, she felt rather smug. Julia had managed to get ready for the ball without any help at all which was a great success for her. Julia was very much of a dress up person. Everyday dresses she could live with but the dresses with all the fancy ribbons and corsets were enough to give the poor girl a migraine. She looked quite spectacular, even for a girl like herself. She had managed to pull up her hair into a bun which was being held it in place with a silver ribbon to go with her mask. Of course, her hair was as unruly as ever and her bangs fell loosely around her face. But that didn’t matter much as it looked as though that was the way Julia had done it and for that she was grateful. Her mask covered her navy eyes; it was a friend’s anyways. The silver mask was lined with blue gems and two white feathers adorned the right side. Julia hated the kind of mask that you held up all evening so she had secured it with a blue ribbon that ran around the back on her head and was hidden in her hair.

With all the dancing that Julia had done already, people were surprised that she wasn’t the least bit tired. Truth be told, her feet were sore but dancing was a love of Julia’s that she had never lost, even as a child. Her dress was perfect for dancing; it was a deep blue and matched her eyes and mask. Silver lace wrapped around her waist and bosom and black ribbon traced her hem. It had been a dress that Julia had received as a present from last Christmas. Of course, Julia was stubborn about gifts but it was so beautiful that she could not refuse it. She actually looked liked a lady tonight instead of practising archery in her tunic and breeches.

Actually, you wouldn’t know that Julia was a complete and total failure when it came to men. Or at least the one’s she liked. Julia looked across the Ballroom and saw him sitting there. She smiled at his attempt to not be noticed but Julia knew that smile and that blond hair anywhere. Many other women looked at him as well but they were all after one of two things, to be queen or to ‘get lucky’ as Julia’s New York slang still allowed her to say. She wished she had enough courage to ask him to dance but, again, she was nervous. Julia took in a deep breath and stood. She would do this, yes she would. And then a young man stepped up to her side. “Would you like to dance, My Lady?” He asked politely. Julia sighed inwardly but put on a smile.
“Of course.” She said and curtsied with the little grace and dignity she had.