[hr][hr][center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/497419599919185976/588458630236471317/salem_crop_transparent_300.png[/img][hr][/center][Center][img]https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjQ0LjRlODg1OC5VMkZzWlcwZ1UzQmxiR3h0WVc0LC4wAAA,/flat-earth-scribe.regular.png[/img][/center][hr]Interacting with: [@Obscene Symphony]

	Salem had fully expected to be woken up by those plaguing nightmares once more. Prepared with a special brew of tea he had learned to make thanks to his tia, a combination of lavender, chamomile, a few other calming herbs, and typically a harder hit of Bella Donna but the investigation and change of scenery saw to it that his supply was kept with the plant mages. His electric kettle that he had purchased after he ruined the last, sat there unused next to the sachet, pot, and cup. Salem strechted his arms wide, yawning as he wiped the sleep from his eyes and realized he hadn’t had the nightmare again. This was definitely something to speak to Aaron about, see if his also suddenly stopped. His phone lit up with a small rainbow dot in the corner telling him he had notifications he must’ve slept through. Upon checking it he saw that two packages had been delivered to his front door. Excitement coursed his body as he sprung up and ran towards the door, unable to wait to open up the parcels. 

	Box were in very boorish brown boxes, taped and labeled fragile, giving Salem a bit of a laugh. He took them to his room and finally opened them up revealing several reflective boxes backdropped with a royal blue, green peacock motif, and golden foil lining the feather design. Elegant to be sure, but it brought a tinge of sadness to the plant mage as it was a reminder that he was unable to get his tailor due to the investigation. Hopefully this one would do fine till then. As he lifted the lid and unfolded the delicate green and blue silk that it lay atop, he saw his a stunning golden-white shirt, seemingly vintage yet tailor made just for him. The arms were sinched above the elbow giving the sleeves a classic puffy look to them. Aside from that the collar was high, hiding his neck from sight with a small ruffled center where the ivory buttons lay going down the length of the garment. He moved the box aside and opened the next, the same design plastered on the lid, as he removed it to find his waist coat. A double breasted, earthy green waistcoat with satin golden-white lily’s sewn into the pattern and accented by golden beads and embroidery for the stamen, coupled with a subtle golden embroidery pattern throughout the garment. The inside was lined with black silk and cool to the touch, bringing a wide smile to his face. In the other boxes he would find his black pants accented with those same lily’s but smaller on the corner of the pockets, his belt and accompanying shoes, and finally a half cape that would drape over his right shoulder showing off a similar design to the waistcoat and used to help balance out the masks asymmetrical look; all made as he requested.

 Now it was time to move onto the second package, the smaller of the two. As he opened the brown box he was met with a simple leather case. He opened it up to reveal a black satin setting and porcelain mask set perfectly in the middle. The cushioning beneath was molded to his faces likeness as was his mask, allowing it to sit on his face comfortably. The half mask was a cracked white on the lower half, and golden up top. Golden lace was placed throughout the mask, lining the edges, top, and down the bridge of the nose. Above the eyebrows were two pearls set into the mask to help break up the gold. The left half had a large peacock feather that swooped just above the mask, and two others pinned to its side with a small opening between them. Salem had requested for a special design, one that would allow him to grow a flower within it for the evening.

	Salem made his way over to a small pot he had started growing a flower in earlier this week, before all the madness had set in. Gently moving the sprouting and soil into the opening in the mask and then concentrating on his magic, which was admittedly easier with a full nights rest, and causing the flower to root itself within the porcelain crevasses and blooming to a lovely white lily to help match his attire. He grabbed two small baggies that contained other sprouts he had been working on, one for Aaron and another for Lilie. He made his way to the bathroom, his clothes now laid out along the bed, and showered and then began to work on his hair. Salem braided the left tightly, wrapping it around towards the right where it would fall loosely giving him a faded look on the left to allow the flowers to make their presence, yet allowing his natural curls to spiral and tumble onto his shoulder. Dressed and ready to go he made his way towards the ballroom where the masquerade was happening.

	The ballroom was a sight to behold, magic was in the air and tonight there was no ivestigation, no training, no studying or looming nightmares, only the Revel and beautiful wonders to behold. Parties hosted by others typically gave Salem anxiety, causing him to have his embarrassing outbursts of aroma. Tonight however he prepared, calming herbs stuffed within the nose compartment of the mask to help soothe him, and if that didn’t work he downed three shots of gold tequila before leaving his dorm. Nothing would ruin this night for him. As he made his way into the ballroom and looked around, he spotted a familiar tuft of blonde hair and a suit too pristine to be anyone else’s. Salem made his way over to the light mage, grabbing a glass of sweet white wine before taking a sip and presenting himself. [color=82ca9d]”Care to dance Mr. Starag?”[/color]

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