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Zoe had noticed Circe walking around with various trays of teas and cakes, realizing quickly that he had been roped into some kind of waiter position for the party by Cosette's momma. Thankfully, Circe didn't look like he was bothered by it too much. Admittedly, Circe always looked a bit somber and distant, so any semblance of attentiveness counted as visible enjoyment, in Zoe's eyes. "Hey, Circe! Are you having fun helping out with the party?" They called out to him, waving a large sl...

Elias had been silent during the entire process, the only noises being small clinking of glass and the shaking and pouring of various drink ingredients. It took a while, but not to the point where it was obnoxious. It was clear that the tall cossetling knew what he was doing. Raul's eyes moved back and forth as he watched the other work, trying to focus on what he was putting in the drink. Some ingredients were melted, others were chilled. The cossetling watching him couldn't put together wha...

Estren looked over at Rida, the feminine cossetling holding a beautiful flower wreath in her arms. Not only was the selection of flowers deliberate and weaved into the wreath perfectly, but it looked big enough to go around a cossetling's waist if they tried. Then they looked back to their own wreath. The flowers were pretty on their own, being bright purples and blues, but they were... not that well placed. Little patches of flowers in one spot, while other spots were completely bare. And do...

Malcolm didn't dance. He never found the need to dance. At the most, he would sometimes write about dancing, but he could never imagine doing it himself. He thought that perhaps he would get the courage to dance during the festivities at the masquerade ball... but he still hadn't gotten the courage. Not only would he have to try and understand the movements on the spot, but he would have to find a partner to dance with. That might involve using his voice to ask for a dance, which might get hi...

Malcolm was anxious when it came to his attire for the ball, of course he was- he wanted to participate without being identified, and he could only do so much to hide his identity without being entirely covered in cloth, which wasn't exactly an acceptable form of attire for the masquerade. Well, he was smart enough to figure something out. Even if he wasn't versed in clothing and fashion, he knew enough from the research he did for some of his stories. Surely that would translate just as well...