Orlesian Ball Shenanigans
Cass was late.
The perfectly polished tiling echoed her footsteps across the large entry hall, adding new depth to the ostentatious nature of the event taking place beyond the large open doors ahead. A cacophony of heels clicking, music, voices and laughter swelled and overwhelmed her as she steadily progressed towards the entryway. Why one would willfully subject oneself was beyond her comprehension.
The weight of her gown dragged behind her in an unfamiliar fashion and with every step she felt her mask sliding further out of place. She stopped to re-adjust it before entering the ballroom.
It was a snow-white porcelain mask intricately patterned and lined with small grey feathers along the top and sides, the bottom cut in a curve from the tip of her nose to her jaw. A blue streak ran from the forehead down to the bridge of the nose. It was pretty enough to look at but quite the horror to wear. She chose not to breathe through her nose as it had a musty smell to it that made her