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[ooc: please go first to the Through the Door thread. Thanks.]

 ETA: As of this thread, all new threads in the masquerade are now after midnight [the links below are now re-linked to after-midnight sub-threads]. React at your leisure.


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.

Re: Dance Floor

Date: 2006-08-13 12:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] whitewitch-thea.livejournal.com
"She's Aphrodite incarnate."

The sound of blasphemy. Blasphemy was not a word Witches used, Thea knew. But somehow it seemed wrong to say it to one such as him.

"She can't stop destroying human men. It's in her nature. And there's no law against it..."

Doubt crept into her voice, she let her feet lead her, considered her true feelings on the matter.

"But it's not right."

Re: Dance Floor

Date: 2006-08-13 12:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] not-ho-chunk.livejournal.com
He tilts his head at her, birdlike.

"Aphrodite incarnate. The goddess herself?"

Re: Dance Floor

Date: 2006-08-13 12:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] whitewitch-thea.livejournal.com
"Not technically. But that's what she's like."

The lady tipped her masked face, seeming thoughtful, her grace momentarily stumped.

"There's a tale of Maya and Hellewise our ancestors. Hellewise was good and gracious. Maya went bad."

Beat.

"Blaise is often compared to Maya. Looks like her too."

Re: Dance Floor

Date: 2006-08-13 12:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] not-ho-chunk.livejournal.com
"And why is it your task alone to bring her down?"

Re: Dance Floor

Date: 2006-08-13 12:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] whitewitch-thea.livejournal.com
There are several moments with no words spoken, just the slowness of the dance. Even with the mask, the shame on her face is clearly visible.

"Where I come from, it isn't seen as wrong to hurt a human."

Re: Dance Floor

Date: 2006-08-13 12:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] not-ho-chunk.livejournal.com
"...I see." The disapproval there isn't of her. "The stronger race, and you r people hurt the weaker?"

Re: Dance Floor

Date: 2006-08-13 12:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] whitewitch-thea.livejournal.com
"Not all of us. Most witches are alright." In Gran and some others she had seen kindness towards normal people.

"But shifters, werewolves, the vampires and others..." She trailed off.

"It's a moot point anyway, since my door isn't there. But a moral dilemna that has plagued me since my arrival here."

Because humans were just like her...some of them even understood.

Re: Dance Floor

Date: 2006-08-13 12:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] not-ho-chunk.livejournal.com
"The door won't be gone forever", he says with a nod.

Re: Dance Floor

Date: 2006-08-13 12:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] whitewitch-thea.livejournal.com
"On that you are right." And it brought a whole slew of worries back to the witch.

She pushed them away. "But tonight, is for dancing."

Re: Dance Floor

Date: 2006-08-13 01:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] not-ho-chunk.livejournal.com
"Of course", he says, shrugging away the previous conversation easily, and spinning her.

Re: Dance Floor

Date: 2006-08-13 01:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] whitewitch-thea.livejournal.com
Thea laughed carelessly. Tonight was for dancing, indeed.

She played her part very well. The maiden, spinning and following his lead; dancing with a grace fashioned from years of yoga and paying attention. And for a while, she forgot how lonely she was, forget how terribly much she missed Viktor and simply allowed herself to be.

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