tragic_mask | Le Masquerade

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The ballroom itself is a burst of dazzling light. Hanging from the vaulted ceiling are two gold-wrought chandeliers, both of which glow brightly over the occasion, and tall lanterns shine throughout the room.

The grand staircase descends with a flourish and opens onto the main ballroom. A balcony, which providing a clear view of the goings-on below, runs all the way around the edge of the room. It can be reached via any of the four spiral staircases in each corner of the ballroom.

Below, the wooden dance floor flickers gently in the light from above, and musicians in the side room play soft, classical music. Meg Giry, the dance mistress for tonight, is on the floor with a microphone in hand.

A low, wooden bar in the corner provides hors d’oeuvres and drinks to revelers; small tables for two sprinkle the area.

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"And what if you never wake up?" What then?

Her heart fully enrolls itself in the question. She had never learned how to hold back well.

She tilts her head a bit, considering. "Well. Then I regret to inform you that you are indeed not dreaming anymore, but dead."

Dead is said quietly. It's something she does not want to think about at a party. Not tonight.

Then the smirk is back, carefree and happy. But maybe, just for a moment Shalla glimpsed the mask beneath the mask. The truth of the matter that even the girl did not know she was hiding.

There are many ways to die.

"Lady." Another bow then, more respectful and the fool winks, taking her leave.

A nod directed at the fool, who is indeed a lady to Shalla, accompanied by a, "Mirror."

No more thoughts of death tonight. Just a masquerade.

Le Masquerade

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