Week 38, Friday 5/21/2004: Rowan Academy Spring Ball
The gymnasium in Redwood is gaily decorated with flowers, pastel streamers and glittering ornaments of various shapes suspended from the ceiling. A chimerical tapestry with the image of a rampant gryphon on it hangs prominently, its colors glowing to faerie sight with the Glamour only dreams can give. Soft music issues from the speakers of a sound system against one wall.
A table covered with a dark green cloth rests against another wall; on it are neatly arranged plastic goblets, a large crystal bowl of punch, and silver platters holding a number of kinds of confections - cookies, cakes, brownies, and other assorted sweets - as well as savory treats such as phyllo dough squares, canapes, and other hors d'oeuvres. A stack of gaily-colored plates and flatware rests on one corner of the table. To faerie sight, the clear plastic goblets are transformed to elegant crystal, the plates and crockery to delicate china and silverware, each piece of the latter ornamented with a tiny chimerical emerald in the handle. The gym is transformed into something out of a faerie tale, the lights throwing a soft, flattering glow on the parquet floor and marble columns.
Clad in an elaborate gown of lavender silk, her silver hair bound up with a string of amethysts, Lady Illyrie herself offers her greetings to the attendees. Beside her, Lord Julien, looking elegant in a black tuxedo, greets the incoming students with a bit less formality, though more effusiveness, than the headmistress.
A table covered with a dark green cloth rests against another wall; on it are neatly arranged plastic goblets, a large crystal bowl of punch, and silver platters holding a number of kinds of confections - cookies, cakes, brownies, and other assorted sweets - as well as savory treats such as phyllo dough squares, canapes, and other hors d'oeuvres. A stack of gaily-colored plates and flatware rests on one corner of the table. To faerie sight, the clear plastic goblets are transformed to elegant crystal, the plates and crockery to delicate china and silverware, each piece of the latter ornamented with a tiny chimerical emerald in the handle. The gym is transformed into something out of a faerie tale, the lights throwing a soft, flattering glow on the parquet floor and marble columns.
Clad in an elaborate gown of lavender silk, her silver hair bound up with a string of amethysts, Lady Illyrie herself offers her greetings to the attendees. Beside her, Lord Julien, looking elegant in a black tuxedo, greets the incoming students with a bit less formality, though more effusiveness, than the headmistress.