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The statue stood nearly 6 feet tall, 2 feet wide, and 2 feet deep. A pool sat at the base. Along the bottom of the pool, and up the base of the statue was what appeared to be 23 different masks, all of them made of bronze, some of them colored different shades, and every one different then the one before it. They were stacked together, melded, some parts of the masks melting into others. Atop the masks sat a shallow disk, a perfectly sculpted orchid rising from it. The orchid was colored a deep purple, and petals have fallen from it, into the dish, where they sit, a blood red. The pool along the bottom of the statue was decorated with more orchids seeming to float along, each sculpted perfectly, each the same beautiful color. The 'water' that they floated upon was a blood red. The most prominent mask was set at the front of the statue, one side of the face laughing, the other crying, the mask divided with a silver crescent moon. That statue was entirely welded together, except for the mask in front, which could be removed to be worn, the inside lined with a soft black velvet.
The chimerical image of the statue saw the orchids moving, bobbing about. The petals fall and flow like a living creature. The disk on the top appeared to have a deep red liquid in it, which feed the orchid as it would grow and bloom before slowly dying, and being reborn once more. The masks seemed to change, their expressions fluid. One moment they werelaughing, the next they were crying. There seemed to be no rhyme or reason to the way they shifted and changed.
Asente looked up at the statue that had appeared at the base of his freehold. He had seen it before, somewhere. He looked it over appreciating the detail. He looked at the flower, as it went through its life cycle, and frowned. An orchid? It was violet. But an orchid? Surely this was from someone who didn't know him. He looked up at the violet banners that fluttered in the breeze above him. He smiled at the symbol of a crescent moon surrounding a silver chrysanthamum. He looked back at the statue and shrugged. He looked over the pool at the masks. He sighed. Masks? He touched his hand to his vail and chuckled. They're always obsessed with the masks.
Asente circled the statue as he looked it over and thought. "Oh yes. Rowena's statue," he shook his head and pulled out a small flute, blowing an airy tune and returning it to his sleeve. He looked at the shifting patterns of the masks and frowned. "Hmmm so random." he muttered to himself. A servant stepped forward and bowed, as Asente stepped away from the statue. He waved a dismissive hand at the statue and spoke to the servant after sighing. "Put this... thing, with the others." He paused a moment as the chimera spoke. He smirked and gestured with his hands. "Well if it doesn't fit, just lay it on its side. I'm sure there is room for it that way."
He turned and walked back inside the freehold, with a yawn.