paradisa | MASQUERADE PARTY

MASQUERADE PARTY

[the day of the party has arrived!

right around dinnertime, fairies will try to round up every single character and gesture, lead, or pull them towards the courtyard. there, the miniature castle has finally been completed! there are fairy lights and beautiful singing all around you, and it looks like there's some kind of a party going on in the castle, but...

...but it's still so tiny. how could you possibly get in there? it would be hard just to get your hand through the front door!

but the fairies will persist, and as soon as a character steps into the fairy ring...

they find themselves in the ballroom.

this post has been forward-dated to tonight, of course, so mingle in the comment sections and have a fun time with the different rooms.]

SECTION LINKS FOR YOUR CONVENIENCE:
• The Ballroom
• Side Rooms
• The Garden
• The Altar

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[ Once outside again, Arya drops Allen's arm. She walks backwards so she can face him. ]

Are you baseborn?

Baseborn?

Baseborn. Not highborn.

Ah...you mean like nobility?

Yes.

I see.

[he shakes his head]

No. I was not born of nobility. I'm a...commoner.

[ She had surmised as much yet she'd had her doubts. ]

You speak gently.

[a small shrug]

I see no reason not to speak that way.

Were you taught by someone?

My father...the man who raised me.

[sorta...kinda...]

[ The clarification makes her stop. ]

You were not raised by your real father?

[he shakes his head]

I was abandoned by my parents. The man who I call my father found me and raised me.

Oh.

[ ...is she the only one who had loving parents in this place...? ]

What is he like?

[Lloyd has two loving daddies...?]

[Anyway, Allen smiles fondly at the question]

He was a very kind man, very patient as well. Very calm too, I can't remember him ever losing his temper.

What was his name?

Mana.

It's a good name.

Mm. I think so too.

[ Arya follows Nymeria to a bench. Sitting down, she undoes her braids and removes her mask. She drops it beside her, beads clinking a cheerful sound as they hit the smooth surface. Arya runs her hands through her locks a couple of times to brush them out. Nymeria rests her head on Arya's shoulder. Arya kisses her muzzle. ]

You did not like it in there anymore than we did, huh? [ Arya nuzzles the wolf. In the muted light, Nymeria's eyes seem to glow. ]

[He moves to sit on the bench, smiling at the direwolf]

I'd imagine not.

[ Nymeria huffs. Arya leans her head against hers. ]

Did you wish for your mask?

No, actually. It's my own.

From a previous masque?

Yes, that's right.

[ She holds out her hand. ]

May I see it?

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