Dovie/i/span>Placidly, Ambrose lifts a hand at the wrist toward Patience upon their apparent departure. It’s apparently just a parting gesture, with no intent to flag down or follow up, because his mirrored gaze filters off again.

Lifting his eyebrows at the fancy whiskey he’s been offered, a coy smile crosses Diego’s scarred lips and he nods over to Gabriel before stashing the fine spirits away – he has a dance to get to for now, joining Adelaide by the stage.

Adelaide laughs at the pelagic debate going on over yonder. “The Fool is wise indeed,” comes the intonation as the host of the night takes an unwise seat upon the trunk nearby, the lid closed for the time being.

“Should any wish to leave, do ensure you leave your mask behind, and gather your soul from the mirror,” Adelaide calls out in case the night gets too long for any celebrants. “You would not wish these curses to follow you out the theatre.”

When Preston approaches her, Lola looks up slowly, fingers curled against one another behind her back and sweet yet sorrowful shadows cast upon her face by the wide brim of a witch’s hat, now turned the garb of a priestess for the night. “Strength… You are what I am not.. I find myself far too faint to linger and speak amongst the others present. To approach,” comes the feminine tones of her voice, full lips forming every word as though she were a master at the art of linguistics, or perhaps wished to feign as one. “That you come to me tonight instead must be Fate, lest I spend the eve alone, m’lord. I should be grateful,” says the femme, though she does pause for the briefest of moments to lean in and listen to Gabriel’s murmurings.

Kurt lets out a soft laugh, turning to follow after Dovie, “I think you may be right, though I have my doubts on whether the food presented will satiate, hm? Not, of course, that I doubt our hosts… Only, instead, my own appetite.”

Stelle drifts to and fro, content to allow Alice the lead in the movement. One hand drifts upwards, resting upon Alice’s shoulder and her gaze turns to Miles when interrupted but she does not miss even a half step, the waltz continuing as it must and as fate decrees.

Spurned by her the wizard she’s spontaneously apprenticed herself to, Mab turns to Miles with a quizzical pause. “Merlin has commanded that I dance,” she narrates, “and I am unsure I could dance with a backpack full of rocks. I would need a training montage to accomplish that.” Then she simply spins on her heel to abandon him, onwards to cause mischief elsewhere! It is Adelaide she approaches, upon whose whim each masked courtier turns. She offers her a curtsey, in contrast to her more masculine bow prior. “I have a plea to the World,” she tells her, “let me dance within your orbit tonight.”

Eloa lifts her shoulder and leans into Jakem, “Eloa has been in peril before. Is not help. Is okay. If fate it will come. If not.” Her voice trails off as she looks at the others partying, “Then can’t push fate either.”

Dovie has discovered the joy of the snack table.

“I am what you are not?” Preston replies, after a moment or so – letting the other man get his quiet conversation in with Lola – respectful. It’s only when he leaves does he step forth once more, offering a hand towards. “Come now, my Dearest Priestess. You have nothing to fear, nothing to be ashamed of.” A tiny bow is afforded her, hand still extended should Lola wish to accept it. “We should celebrate everything we can on such a night such as this. Nothing is too small. You have Strength, m’lady, even if you know what you possess yourself.”

Jakem nods faintly to Eloa “I suppose for some fate is not a thing to be pushed and prodded.” he agrees. “I hope it carries you then where you need to be. Though I’ve not had much luck in trusting fate.”

Kurt lets out a quiet laugh, trailing behind Dovie over to the snack table, his eyes and hands roaming over the assorted gathering, before picking one seemingly at random.

Mercedes sways and steps her way around, dancing behind the sun and moon in a languid display of ballet and slight contortions, letting her body be directed by the soft tune of panpipes. She’s not a particularly practiced ballet dancer, but a spirited one.

Drifting to the soft and sourceless music and poetry whispered by the Theatre’s visiting spirit, Diego begins to lead the World-as-a-woman in a slow, blind dance. Slippered instead of shod, slow’s the only speed the pair can move at with true grace, but the wide, toothy smile on the man’s face makes his enjoyment plain, turning his partner in slow circles about the stage.

Dovie raises an eyebrow at Kurt, looking amused. She can’t seem to help fuss over him again, trying to straighten his blazer a moment. “What do you think?”

“Honestly Eloa no much luck either. But maybe fate you faint today and Eloa help?” Eloa asks Jakem with a small smile as she continues to chat with him at the back. Her azure skirts are shifted a bit as she switches the way her ankles are crossed in those dainty wedges, “Is nice have someone talk to at back instead of just hiding in back alone.” She admits to him softly.

Kurt lets out a quiet hum as he chews, mulling over both taste and texture, before leaning in to murmur his soft reply to Dovie, having to once again scoot down to reply properly.

“Merlin has commanded that you dance to the sea’s rhythm,” Miles is a beat away from abducting Mab to the dance floor when she promptly – and wisely – abandons him. “Until you can do that – or wear a backpack full of rocks – you will never conquer it.” Huffing, he turns, moving to step back only for his feet to promptly slip out from underneath him leading to a spectacular faceplant. He rises, dusts himself off, then steps very slowly, and very carefully, back towards Patience.

“And what is the world without its turning? Come then – spin with me, and we shall see where the axis breaks.” Adelaide returns smoothly to Mab, as though giving a toast, though it’s Diego whom she’s promised a dance to, first, justice leading her upon his blind waltz.

Her wishes may fall on empty ears, but there’s a pause for a mask to be removed, and then a genuine smile and wave over to Ambrose, as Patience continues to head for the door, weaving through the crowd. As Mab abandons him, and Miles falls, that hand lifts to her lips to stifle the smile, and she waits till he reaches her side before confessing, “I’m tired. The party’s a delight, and I did so want to see his reaction to my gifts but I simply can’t any longer. Will you stay?” she wonders.

Jakem smirks a bit as he tilts his head, looking over those gathered “At the back? Hmmm, seems you’re right. Usually I’d be in front of this all.” he muses. He glances back to Eloa “So how would you have fate guide you?”

There’s a pause, Lola’s eyes glancing down at the offered hand before daintily setting her own palm against it, allowing herself to be lead along at Preston’s behest. “Very well,” she says, booted feet carrying her slowly alongside the strong man if he begins to walk. “I’m afraid I won’t be staying long, but… While I’m here I should make the most of it. The night draws on, age carving itself into the moonlit sky. The sun will come up, and I will be gone,” whispers the Priestess, her mouth the only thing made visible by the half-face of her mask.

“Oh!” Diego calls, mid dance. His ears must be burning. “Did someone leave me a gift I have not opened?!” He can’t see a damn thing from behind his mask. “Thank you very much!”

Nemi sighs softly to Sofia. “I must go… For the night has many soft promises to whisper to those that lie in it… Dance well oh star of earth.” She states with a soft smile.

Taking Nemi by the hands and giving them a squeeze, Sofia twirls around, spinning a half circle as she cries out dramatically, “Bathe them all in your cool glow! Let them rest in a gentle light, so that they may still see in the inky black!” Swinging the other woman in their rotational dance, the sun spins away to let the party orbit around her, radiating from the center of the theater’s floor, her skin starting to dimly glow for a few moments.

Moving her attentions towards Kurt, eying the man from behind her mask and declaring, “How the blood on your clothes sparkles in my light! Blood which gives life to us all and gives us strength! Oh what a delightful day to be bathed in blood!”

“I don’t know. You usually at front?” Eloa asks Jakem as she gestures to the front of the stage, “Know how dance? Will not faint if dance?” She asks softly with a shy smile, “I should also go say happy birthday but too many people around birthday boy and Eloa too shy.”

Alas, Mab is not one to wait her turn. Though Adelaide agrees to a dance, when she chooses another partner first, the Wheel simply turns herself around for another spin upon the dance-floor, and perhaps with another partner. She is anyone’s to claim, or her own, but can be heard singing, “Ooooh, we need a montage!”

Alice sways this way and that with Stelle, careful but not too careful as they circle their way around chairs, across the floor, and hopefully around other party-goers, though a mighty magician need not be so careful, for the world will bend to her whims. She leans in to whisper again, mask to mask.

Nemi nods firmly, dancing with them as she’s chuckling quite warmly under her breath towards Sofia as she hums softly. A nod being given to them as she attempts to let them dance with another with a firm nod.

Stelle drifts to and fro, each guiding push or pull by Alice followed without question as Stelle remains surrendered to fate, brought along by its whimsy.

Nemi nods once more, smiling as she drifts off into the ‘night sky’ of the ball room.

Kurt hums contemplatively, thinking on a response, before murmuring again to Dovie, though he then turns to face whoever mentioned his current bloodied state, “Would that it were for better reasons than mine!”

And Strength walks on, leading Lola towards the drinks and the food. “Not to worry, Priestess,” Preston calls back as he gets closer to where the table of edible things are. “That is strength, you know. See? You have it in spades.” Sweeping a hand out, he lets go of Lola’s when the table draws near. “You show up, you you enjoy your evening, despite disappearing when the sun comes up?” The man scoops up a cup, and begins to pour a drink into it, offering it first to Lola, then taking a cup for himself – before leaning in.

The soft melodic pipes continue, now joined by ephemeral song

The wandering breeze will bring you closer to me,
Let those that will follow come to joyously be,
Fret not my ensemble, dance and be free
This night will end soon, forever more just a memory

Nemi drifts along, almost vanishing behind people as she heads towards Ambrose with a soft hum and approaches from behind them suddenly with a soft smile.

“Bafwoom.” Leonard/span calls out as he waves around his cane, also showing his dirty dentures that have been slathered on the floor. “Cween tweef!”

And thus, Mab ends up right in someone’ path. She reaches out to grab his hand, without asking, and tells the poor fellow, “Come! We must dance! Only by dancing can we succumb to the sea!”

And thus, Mab ends up right in Leonard’s path. She reaches out to grab his hand, without asking, and tells the poor fellow, “Come! We must dance! Only by dancing can we succumb to the sea!”

Dovie takes a moment to fill a drink, taking a few delicate sips before she calls out to Miles. “Have you tried the drinks, darling? A golden heart deserves the taste of the sun!”

Jakem hmms as he listens, glancing to Eloa “Faint? Perhaps. Normally I’d be up there in a heartbeat, but I think tonight I’d be right back down if I tried. Why, do you dance?”

The smile from Patience is reflected behind the mirror of Ambrose’s mask, albeit more mild. The arrival of Nemi nearby gets clocked, and then earns the turn of his head to follow his eyelines. “Are we enjoying ourselves?”

Leonard swings his cane around as he yalps at Miles, “Bwaaah! Poo woud!”

Leonard as Mab grabs him, she gets a handful of slippery dirty dentures in response in her hand.

“Eloa never tried infront of people before.” Eloa tells Jakem honestly, “But no one watching now. A few of them were speaking of dance.” She shakes her head, her chestnut curls falling about her body. “Is silly idea anyways.”

“Does anybody really stay?” Miles asks someone pompously. “Are we not all just leaving moments in time, sometimes together, and sometimes apart?” But in answer to her question, he doffs his mask and nods in seeming assent, offering her his arm, though in the jumble, he drops the mask and has to bend full over to retrieve it. “It’s been a long day,” he admits, seemingly ready to go, though he offers a smile towards Dovie and obligingly reaches to take a drink before his departure. This, he winds up half-spilling over his toga. He should have brought a towel.

“Does anybody really stay?” Miles asks Patience pompously. “Are we not all just leaving moments in time, sometimes together, and sometimes apart?” But in answer to her question, he doffs his mask and nods in seeming assent, offering her his arm, though in the jumble, he drops the mask and has to bend full over to retrieve it. “It’s been a long day,” he admits, seemingly ready to go, though he offers a smile towards Dovie and obligingly reaches to take a drink before his departure. This, he winds up half-spilling over his toga. He should have brought a towel.

Dovie quickly scoops up some cocktail napkins, trying to help dab Miles.

Receiving Leonard’s spit-covered dentures, Mab punches her fist in the air, holding them triumphantly to the ceiling. “Oh Harold!” she names him, “your teeth? For me? You shouldn’t have. We have been married for seventy beautiful years, and you still surprise me each and every day.” Then, she drapes an arm over his shoulder, not at all mindful of his cane for any kind of doting wife, and attempts to whisk him into an incredibly dangerous dance.

Alice makes a dramatic flourish, releasing Stelle’s hip and stepping back, raising her hand and impelling her into a spin with a spell cast by wiggling hand. Midway through the spin, she steps in again, taking Stelle halfway down to the ground in a dip. She absolutely, positively cannot maintain the dip, though, magical might be damned, her arms shaking after only a second or two, and she pulls the starlight of the evening back to standing, narrowly avoiding a disaster.

Jakem glances amongst the dancers with an appraising eye “Ah, I wouldn’t say silly. Seems a rather popular idea at the moment.” he comments to Eloa. “So you dance alone? I suppose I can see that. I’ve never done more than practice alone myself.”

“Sometimes it’s lovely to stay quiet,” Patience says, but the magic of the moment has left with the mask she removed, and thus she merely leans to brush a kiss to Nemi’s masked cheek. “Good night, darling.” And then she’s tucking her arm into Miles’s, when the Fool’s mask is removed. “A very long day,” she agrees with him, fatigue lining her features despite the night hour. “But a beautiful moment.”

“Thank you,” Miles expresses his gratitude to Dovie for her assistance, then absconds with the flash of a smile.

Nemi sighs softly, a smile being worn after as she turns to Ambrose.

Kurt lets out a quiet chuckle, caught up in the visions around him after he murmurs to Dovie, watching the others coming, going, or simply existing.

Wobbling as he’s getting twisted and turned, Leonard grumpily yowls his displeasure as his penny loafers slide around like he’s water skiing, his butt pushed out as someone drags him along like he’s a skidding sack of poatoes.

Wobbling as he’s getting twisted and turned, Leonard grumpily yowls his displeasure as his penny loafers slide around like he’s water skiing, his butt pushed out as Mab drags him along like he’s a skidding sack of poatoes.

Lifting her hands around her hefting them up and down, Eloa gives Jakem another small smile, “Is not everyone dance alone? While cleaning. Or doing housework with music on?” She gives a small wriggle on her hips while she’s seated. “Just need move right?”

Dovie turns her attention back to Kurt. “Do you know, darling Chariot, whether it has been said what these cards here are for?”

Sofia titters brightly besides Kurt, dancing around him in graceful twirls. “Ah, but even in misfortune, blood is a reminder of the life we live, or the death we fend off. We all need its warmth! Be not worried that you’ve spilled some. The brightly masked woman seems to have nothing more to ramble on the subject, spinning off in dance to find another target.

Adelaide laughs again as Mab moves to entrap Leonard – who is probably not named Harold, come to think of it – in her whims and gets a handful of dentures in response. She remains dancing with Diego herself, a slow-stepping thing as she watches people take their leave. “When the witching hour ends, we’ve danced and confessed,” she muses, like a poem half-formed, “the masks fall silent, and we take our rest.”

As spectral symphonies fade in to back the spirit’s song, Diego twirls and twirls, not above allowing someone to briefly play the man’s role as he dances blindly. He flirts with the stage’s edge, but he does not fall, even in his cute and fluffy slippers – someone’ guidance and his own sense of balance deliver him from danger, and before long he once more leads her in the dance as is proper, flicking his arms out to spin someone across the grand stage.

As spectral symphonies fade in to back the spirit’s song, Diego twirls and twirls, not above allowing someone to briefly play the man’s role as he dances blindly. He flirts with the stage’s edge, but he does not fall, even in his cute and fluffy slippers – the World’s guidance and his own sense of balance deliver him from danger, and before long he once more leads her in the dance as is proper, flicking his arms out to spin someone across the grand stage.

As spectral symphonies fade in to back the spirit’s song, Diego twirls and twirls, not above allowing his partner to briefly play the man’s role as he dances blindly. He flirts with the stage’s edge, but he does not fall, even in his cute and fluffy slippers – the World’s guidance and his own sense of balance deliver him from danger, and before long he once more leads her in the dance as is proper, flicking his arms out to spin someone across the grand stage.

Taking up a drink and starting to sip, Lola is given pause when she realizes that Leonard has come closer to the party- armed to the teeth. She giggles faintly, not at his misfortune, but at the events surrounding it, and finally cannot help but cover her mouth with a gloved hand as she bursts into trilling and melodic laughter. “Oh no…” she says, then looks up to Preston with a nod of her head and finally brings the cup to her lips. Swallowing, then making a face of confusion and distaste, but not wanting to be rude. She covers her mouth once more, this time to conceal whatever expression she makes before saying to Preston “Ah, yes… A-Alcohol. The chosen drink of all adults. It tastes.” Yes, it does.

As spectral symphonies fade in to back the spirit’s song, Diego twirls and twirls, not above allowing his partner to briefly play the man’s role as he dances blindly. He flirts with the stage’s edge, but he does not fall, even in his cute and fluffy slippers – the World’s guidance and his own sense of balance deliver him from danger, and before long he once more leads her in the dance as is proper, flicking his arms out to spin her across the grand stage.

Mercedes pulls her legs into a tight pirouette as she spins, wobbly, but expressive, as she slowly plops onto the floor with a giggle before pushing off the floor an onto her feet again. Her motions are languid and fluid, as if in a trance. She twirls in front of Ambrose and Nemi.

Kurt turns back to Dovie, odd smile tugging at the edges of his lips as he shakes his head, “I cannot say I know, dear Empress mine, but I’ve a feeling the answer isn’t ‘Poker’, hm?”

Not even an ounce of resistance comes from Stelle within the dance, the spin followed blindly and the dip drawing no sound of surprise. Though the dip may have been fraught Stelle has plenty of power to offer support of her own, easing the transition back to fully standing, not that Alice required the assistance. Balance restored, the dance continues alongside fate’s designs.

“Do you remember the first night we met?” Mab breathlessly asks Leonard — because literally, she does not breathe, and the touch of her skin is ice. Yet she asks this loudly enough to reveal this is likely meant for an audience, upon a stage, rather than a truly intimate whisper between man and wife.

Jakem shakes his head a bit to Eloa “I prefer to perform I’ll admit. It’s hard to gather the energy when no one’s watch. Though right now I can’t realy imagine gathering the energy at all.” he says with a glance at his phone.

“Oh Harold, you remembered,” Mab gushes to Leonard in answer to his grumpy grousing, and she kisses him on the cheek.

“You are frightfully clever!” Dovie praises Kurt, eying the cards with an open curiosity. Her attention is snapped up momentarily by Mab and Leonard.

Skidding along like a dead weight, hilariously looking like a fat kid spun around in slow motion on a merry-go-round, Leonard stumbles and falls over, losing his footing as he fulls with a thick -THUD-.

“Oh.” Lowering her head a bit maybe in disappointment that the man wyou usually likes to perform isn’t able to, Eloa gives him a polite smile as he looks at his phone, “Is okay. Hanging around eloa usually make heal faster.” She tells him, setting her hands back into her lap.

Though Ambrose’s attention has a tendency to wander, it is stolen easily enough by Mercedes and his pale eyes latch onto her as she promenades past. That haze of a smile threatens the corner of his mouth again. “The natural grace is easy to see,” gets commented in that neutral, even tone of his.

Kurt lets out a sharp laugh, too loud, too sudden. “Clever? Hardly a bit, only an observer who bares eyes. Frankly, had you not pointed the cards, I’d not have even noticed them. So, the claim of cleverness is yours, I think.”

“Frightfully clever and terribly modest,” Dovie adds, seeming to be in no short supply of praises this evening (or morning). “Tell me, Chariot, do you recognize any compatriots here?”

There’s a little sweeping gaze at the crowd from Preston, drink held in his hand – another sip, as he listens to Lola, a smile beginning to play at the corner’s of his lips. “See, Priestess?” The man enthuses, gesturing to the drink in her hand. “A first for you, yes? Strength.” There’s an almost theatrical way in the way he says the words, doing his best to convey an idea. “My Dear Priestess, you’re learning. There’s strength in almost everything you see, take for example,” eyes scan to Leonard who just fell right over. “That is strength, no? Choosing to get back up – despite his old age?” A little shake of his head, and he drifts his attention back to Lola. “It’s worth of celebration. To live a life so full, to still look for joy, and the beauty in things?” Preston lets out a whistle, “It is something we should all strive too, and we can all work towards.”

Nemi whispers to Ambrose before she smiles warmly and walks off without another word.

Jakem nods to Eloa as he moves to stand from the seats with a yawn “It’s been nice chatting with yah Eloa, but I’m gonna pass out again if I don’t get to bed.” he says through the yawn.

Jakem nods to Eloa with a wave, then idly waves to the rest of the party just for good measure before slipping out.

Kurt hums thoughtfully, gaze flitting around the room as he eyes the other patrons and participants, “I’ll confess to not knowing more than half here half as well as I should like… Though, I can certainly spot some whom I would much like to know better.” He flashes a grin, the corners of his mouth visible beyond the mask, “Yourself included, dear Empress mine.”

Adelaide dances like it’s a ritual, each step in place, practiced and solemn and… stepping over Leonard fallen to the ground. Whoops. She passes over him like he’s furniture, inconveniently in the way, before twirling her and Diego’s way over closer to the tables. “Each deck bears an inscription, dear Empress,” she tells Dovie with a flair of skirts. “Do draw one and see what comes to plot – the past, truth or lie; the future, wise or not.” She seems in a rhyming mood tonight, a dip of her head Dovie’s and Kurt’s way.

Such is the power of Mab’s kisses — it causes Leonard to fall on the floor. She stops, stares, and then callously shrugs, dropping his dentures down beside him before flouncing off into the night. She doesn’t even return the world’s mask like she’s supposed to!

Dovie seems delighted by the revelation of the cards and hovers over them. “I shall give you my name, Chariot, if you shall draw a card first. Whichever deck you might choose,” she informs Kurt.

Nemi flows throughout the crown, humming a soft tune to dance to that flows with the already present music as she smiles softly. Nodding as she dances over to watch the game about to be played as she watches over Adelaide and their dance like a good moon should.

Kurt lets out a rumbling laugh, “For a gift like that, I’d gladly draw two. Though, if you insist on only one…” He paces forward, hand hovering over the decks, before drawing a card from the newer appearing deck.

Kurt uses a deck of Future’s Folly: Exchange a trinket, ring, or key / Pretend it means eternity.53 (Exchange something meaningless. Pretend it was important.)

Crawling around on the floor as Leonard slowly attempts to get up, his cane slightly clattered on the ground beside him as like a beached whale, the old bones of his refues to move as intended. He balks and makes loud, grumpy noises as he gathers himself together again in slow motion amidst such young surroundings.

“Dear Strength,” Lola says, gazing up at him as though he were the only thing reassuring her and keeping her from going back to hiding along the wall amidst the shadows. “I’m afraid I must away!” the Priestess announces to the party with a fantastically vibrant and dimpled smile, hoisting a hand in the air. “Were birthdays gifts to be given on birthdays, I would grant you a thousand and more, Birthday King! But alas, ’tis not my place. Instead I wish you the happiest of celebrations and a sincere thank you to the host for allowing the quainter folk such as myself to partake. It is appreciated,” she calls out, then smiles faintly at Preston as she reaches up to peel her mask from her face- oddly enough, it might almost sound like large sheets of glue peeling away from one’s skin. “Shall we?”

Alice tugs Stelle a little closer for the final spins, stepping to both music and fate, before she drifts to a dramatic finish, casting her hand aside and leaning towards, then away. For her, the music has stopped, and she draws her shawl closer around her, a mystical ward against the darkness of night into which she will soon enter. With Stelle in tow, she glides across the room, before removing her guise. Gone is the wizard – now stands only the apprentice, meddling with powers she cannot understand. And without the Magician’s guide, the girl is back to her subdued self, albeit bereft of nerves thanks to infectious theatricism. She visits the mirror, looking for that bloody smear once more, and makes her way to the exit, head low.

Diego says “Thank you, stranger whose face I cannot see! A happy solstice to all of you beginning to tire and trickle out, since I cannot tell who is who.“

“We shall,” Preston replies, lifting his own mask and slipping it into the trunk. A wave is offered towards Adelaide and Diego, “A lovely evening, for the Lovely Birthday King! We must away though,” Preston repeats stealing the words from Lola. “Enjoy, everyone.”

Stelle follows Alice, a mask removed and a mirror caught with blue eyes before the mask is deposited in the trunk from which it came.

Kurt shifts his gaze towards Lola, chuckling as a flash of recognition crosses his face and tone. “Glad to meet you face to face, my perpetually busy erstehile friend!”

Kurt says “Erstwhile, rather.“

Dovie seems amused as she reads Kurt’s drawn card.

Nemi turns to face Adelaide and smiles softly and bows lightly as she notices the end of the hour.

“It’s a shame you didn’t partake in the masks,” Lola tells Kurt with a faint smile on her lips as she comes free, though she’s leaving just as fast- hot on Preston’s heels. “It may have been far more fun if you did!

Kurt hums thoughtfully as he turns to study his card, before letting out a quiet chuckle, “It is a shame, I think, that I drew this card… As I don’t tend to carry much in my pockets, unfortunately.”

Nemi uses a 53lo52omin51g mi50rror 49fram48ed i47n twi46sted45, ha43unti42ng si41lver40 fil39igree: A second mouth yawns open briefly at the throat of the reflection in the mirror./i/i>/spanMercedes paying attention to where she dances? Not well, as she inevitably prances over Leonard, just short of stepping on any of his limbs. Giggling all the while, her hands come up to cup her own mask and take it off. She pants heavy and let’s out a giddy laugh, “Oh… That was so lovely.”