Winter Ball 2014/2015
New Year's Eve found the Winter Queen and the vast majority of her Freehold in the ballroom of one of the fanciest hotels in town. It had been rented and decorated in Medea's colors, soft whites and greys, navy blue, silver and black.
Invitations had been sent out to friends of the Freehold, but there was a policy, set forth by a Winter Monarch decades ago, that any who came upon the Winter Ball was welcome. A spell set up in the entryway changed plain clothes into outfits befitting the Ball, for those who didn't know what they were getting into. Some of the changelings wore masks, some didn't. Many chose to represent their court in befitting colors.
Medea herself was conspicuously not in Winter blacks and whites. Her dress was long and spoke to the sea and victims of its wrath, the red beading sparkling in the light. Despite the festive atmosphere, her attention flickers about the room occasionally, with greater hypervigilance than most years' balls.
Food is set up at tables along one wall, mostly finger foods, and an abundance of alcohol, with extra champagne glasses set out before midnight. The music is played by a live band, the singer a changeling with a golden voice.
(Threadhopping is welcome, and I'll be tossing my characters in a few at a time. If there's a character you particularly want to see (or want to know what they're wearing), PM me at this account.)
Invitations had been sent out to friends of the Freehold, but there was a policy, set forth by a Winter Monarch decades ago, that any who came upon the Winter Ball was welcome. A spell set up in the entryway changed plain clothes into outfits befitting the Ball, for those who didn't know what they were getting into. Some of the changelings wore masks, some didn't. Many chose to represent their court in befitting colors.
Medea herself was conspicuously not in Winter blacks and whites. Her dress was long and spoke to the sea and victims of its wrath, the red beading sparkling in the light. Despite the festive atmosphere, her attention flickers about the room occasionally, with greater hypervigilance than most years' balls.
Food is set up at tables along one wall, mostly finger foods, and an abundance of alcohol, with extra champagne glasses set out before midnight. The music is played by a live band, the singer a changeling with a golden voice.
(Threadhopping is welcome, and I'll be tossing my characters in a few at a time. If there's a character you particularly want to see (or want to know what they're wearing), PM me at this account.)