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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Parker shakes his head. "Wait. I knew the cat's name. The pony. he have a name yet?"

She laughs gently.

"Don't worry about it; I can't remember who I've told. But yeah, finally got around to naming the horse. Ferreus. Friend of mine even gave me a riding lesson."

A grin.

"Ferreus. Mean anything?"

"'Of iron' in Latin. I'll probably be taking him out more, now that I know how to do more than brush him."

Parker grins. "Iron, huh? Strong names for your animals."

"The horse is young and smug. The kitten--"

She holds her hands a short distance apart.

"--is about this big." She can't help smirking.

"The level of irony varies."

"Well, that is about the size of a claymore."

He grins. "And it'd be more ironic to name a smug horse 'kitten'."

She laughs.

"If I called him that, he'd probably kick me in the teeth."

A snort. "And then you'd lose your pretty smile."

"Clearly my only option is to play into his vanity."

"And so he's got a fancy name for a strong metal."

A shrug. "I still vote for kitten."

"I'll be sure to introduce you two," she says.

"We'll see how he takes it before making it his official nickname."

In that 'Parker is totally going to be the guinea pig, so he may want to wear a mouthguard' kind of way.

Parker holds up his hands defensively. "Ohhhhh no. I make a living off this smile."

Le sigh.

"Well, I guess we could always use a third party."

AKA 'unsuspecting victim.'

Parker grins, "Someone like... hmmm."

He ponders his friends. "Salvatore?"

She arches an eyebrow.

"I'd have thought he'd be even more protective of his teeth than we are."

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