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[h1][color=f49ac2]Amaris Marivaldi[/color][/h1]
[sub]Mentions: [color=ccff99]Eris[/color] [@Hero] and [color=f26522]Cassandra[/color] [@Gisk][/sub]
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To say that Amaris was excited for the events to come was to speak the understatement of the century. Strewn about her room, and even parts of the common area, were masquerade masks of various designs. Lace, porcelain, full-faced, half-masks, simple, garish… there was just about every color imaginable tossed about for the countess to choose from. Even before the sun had fully set for the evening, Amaris had long been dancing between her options.

Every so often she would pause to run her fingers across the details before moving on to the next design, even holding a few up to her face before setting it right back down. The Revel was the shortest of the holidays but it was by far one of her favorites, though Chaend was always a close second. With a different theme every year, the events were always guaranteed to be fresh and interesting. More than that, though, it was the most fun. She had always seen The Revel as the most playful of the holidays, designed specifically to encourage people to let loose and indulge their wilder sides.

Amaris was a tad disappointed that only the ballroom events would be requiring costumes, but there had been no restrictions set to wearing them for the festival as a whole. She would just have to hope her classmates might be interested enough to participate to its fullest extent with her.

“[color=f49ac2]There you are! You’re perfect.[/color]” The countess spoke, delicate fingers plucking a mask from the table as she skipped past it. Darting for her room, Amaris shut the door and began the transformation. Her early rising had already seen to meticulously washed and brushed hair, various ribbons and pins laid out across the vanity for her to choose from once she had decided on a style. She would never admit it to Eris, but the majority of the hair accessories were rather new. After her most recent run in with the actor, she had snuck out to the town to pick up a little of whatever she could think of. It was doubtful that any of it would meet his standards but she thought it was a good first step at least.

The dress Amaris had selected for the evening was the oldest style she had worn on campus yet. Very rarely did she pull from her ‘vintage’ collection, but it just felt right for the year’s masquerade theme. Keeping the festival crowds in mind, Amaris chose a corseted gown she wouldn’t have too much trouble moving around in. She had fallen in love with the silhouette and layered skirt, however, the countess had requested a slight alteration to the color scheme to better suit her status. The original piece featured blood red fabrics at key accent points on both the dress and its accompanying sleeves, however, the intensity of the red reminded her too much of the Noila jewels (not to mention the Astorio house colors). Neither feeling worthy in the first case, nor wishing association in the second, Amaris had opted for a shift to a purple dye.

The ensemble wasn’t exactly meant to be donned alone but after a few long moments of careful work, Amaris had laced herself into the garment. Once the sleeves were in place, the countess turned to inspect herself in the mirror. Turning out much better than she had hoped, Amaris spun around carefully to see the different angles. Everything about it was perfect in her eyes, the excitement growing even stronger, however, she couldn’t keep her attention from straying upward to her hair.

[i]”[color=ccff99]Even if you choose not to have anything in it, having it half up and half down makes a world of a difference[/color]”[/i] Eris’ earlier words echoed through her mind as she ran her fingers delicately through the dark strands. She had intended to leave it down again, but the chastising was still rather fresh. Did wearing a mask count as doing something? Or was that a completely different accessory? Heaving a sigh, Amaris reached over to her vanity and nabbed a black ribbon to tie some of her hair back with. It couldn’t hurt to at least tie the front back so as not to interfere with the mask she had chosen.

There was a moment of hesitation as Amaris’ eyes passed over the crest she had laid out to wear as she normally would. She had considered leaving it at home, as masquerade was meant to bring about an air of mystery, but the thought of leaving it behind made her sad. Picking up the crest, she removed it from its usual chain and replaced it with the ribbon instead. A little readjusting and Amaris had successfully incorporated her pendant to her now tethered hair. It likely wasn’t what the actor had in mind, but she found it difficult to care too much longer about it. Perhaps her effort would at least score a point or two with the socialite.

She gently lifted her mask holding it in place for a few moments before she felt the weight of the porcelain shift away from her hands. Her selection was among the few that had been magically altered to remain still without additional tethers despite its unusual shape. The main part of the mask was already molded to fit her features naturally, however, the mask extended upward into a pair of horns that wouldn’t normally allow for a tether-free option. Embedded into the mask were several small tanzanite crystals expertly set into the outer edges of the woven lace design, carefully drawing the eye to the center where an oval cut emerald shone.

Feeling good about the look Amaris slipped into a pair of plain black heels to round out the ensemble. She thought there was little point in wearing decorated heels if there was little chance of seeing them around the hem of her dress.

“[color=f49ac2]What do you think Getsuga? Does it look festive enough?[/color]” Amaris asked the king snake while turning to show the ensemble off. The reptile responded by stretching himself out, a sign the creature desired to be picked up.

“[color=f49ac2]Alright, fine. You can come, but you need to let me know if you start to get too cold this time.[/color]” The countess scolded the creature as she scooped him out of his tank.

At last Amaris emerged from her room, eyes scanning the mess around her and deciding she would deal with it later. Hopefully Cassandra wouldn’t be too mad at her, I mean, she did have every intention of cleaning it up herself… eventually. It was at that moment that she realized she hadn’t seen the mage quite yet, having been entirely focused on her outfit for the evening.

“[color=f49ac2]Cassandra dear! Are you around? Cassandra?[/color]”

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