[img]https://i.imgur.com/Qi43mLx.png[/img] [hr] [table] [row] [cell][color=black] [sup][h3][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h3][/sup][sup][h3][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h3][/sup][sup][h3][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h3][/sup][sup][h3][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h3][/sup][sup][h3][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h3][/sup][sup][h3][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h3][/sup] [/color][/cell][cell][sup][h3][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h3][/sup][sup][h3][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h3][/sup][sup][h3][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h3][/sup][sup][h3][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h3][/sup][sup][h3][sup]█[/sup] [sub]█[/sub][/h3][/sup][/cell][cell] Out of the hustle and bustle of preparations for the masquerade ball, a lone servant was sitting out in the garden with a short trowel digging up unsightly weeds. Sure, she was supposed to not wear her normal working robes and be in appropriate attire - but how could she just let them sit here while the Gods were expected to show up momentarily? Unfortunately, that was an excuse for someone like Arinyra who tended to cover up heavily in her earthy-green colored garments. It was until one of the maids scurried over and tapped her on the shoulder. ‎ [i]"Nyra, I knew you would be here! You're supposed to be getting ready... And you are still in your work clothes, no less!"[/i] An insistent tone was ushered at the gardener's direction as the modestly dolled-up maid rasped in a whisper. [i]"What if they see you like this? A pitiful mud-person playing in the dirt? Come on, come on. Hurry."[/i] A gentle push was given towards their fellow coworker to move them away from view. ‎ Arinyra looked pensive, trowel still in both of her hands clutched tightly while she was being corralled to the servant's quarters. [color=8690a2]"The palace was stuffy, I needed some air - You know, I would prefer it that I don't get chosen? What if they just... Vanish me. On the spot."[/color] The robed servant murmured with hesitation, feather-light toned while giving some resistance as she was still being shepherded away by the maid. Her coworker meant well, Arinyra knew this, but how she was being escorted from her work was mildly grating, at the very least. [i]"They aren't looking to vanish you on the spot. If anything, they might just ignore you if you don't stick out. You just won't be pick as their chosen, that's all."[/i] The maid daintily dismissed the concerns while shaking her head. [color=8690a2]"That would be ideal."[/color] Nyra grumbled low, side-glancing at the astonished expression her coworker was making until she knew they were nearing their quarters. Both of their feet lightly scurried to pass through the servant passageways, squeezing past a group of servants excitedly chatting about the festival, gossiping about the latest news that Arinyra was clearly missing! Well, no matter, she can always look forward to listening to them later. Slipping through the door before another group was in their way, the sounds of chatter deafened slightly and Nyra hung the trowel in her little tool cabinet. Once removing her external robes, the maid gasped and accentuated her horror at Nyra's unfortunate condition. ‎ [i]"Nyra, I told you that you should only work kitchen duty before the Great Festival! What am I going to do with you."[/i] The maid pouted, even if her grimace was partly hidden by the black mask she was donning. Arinyra was covered in raw rashes and blisters, from her wrists, hands, and parts of her face - but she didn't seem too discomposed while thoughtlessly scratching at the back of her hand. The maid made sure to slap her itching hand to prevent her from opening more blisters. [color=8690a2]"Ooh, ouch. They are sure to ignore me now. I look absolutely repulsive, we can't insult the eyes of our great deities, can we?"[/color] The wry gardener dryly said while chuckling, casually putting on the attire assigned for her for the event. While she was putting on her full face mask, the maid impatiently rolled her eyes and headed for the door. [i]"You are absolutely hopeless, you know that? Just get to the ball on time!"[/i] Once the Festival was eventually rolling to its start, Arinyra showed up, as much as she was apprehensive about the whole ordeal. Being in the presence of the Gods themselves? It made her feel squished into a corner from the mere intimidation she felt towards them. Clad in the appropriate attire and mask, with her dusty gold hair tied up high and voluminous in a ponytail, the servant decided to find her people posthaste. Sidling towards a group of fellow gardeners gossiping, Arinyra cordially and quietly greeted them in her gentle tone and did what she did best. Blend into obscurity. ‎ [color=8690a2]"Hello, ladies."[/color] Arinyra smoothly wormed her way into a small circle of fellow gardeners bringing out potted flowers, sneaking an observing glance at the deities finally making their appearance one by one. Each of them in the modest gardener's eyes proved to be foreboding by the next one that arrived. Or maybe that was because all of them was in the palace and all of them combined just oppressed the atmosphere. Dipping her gaze down to the comfortable circle of her coworkers, she decided it was time to mind her own business. Listening to something more down to earth while working on removing wilted flowers and arranging new floral decorations in their planters was the best bet in surviving this festival. 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