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The young princess arrived first. Ghirahim gave a low bow to the halfling, "Good evening, milady, I'll be your mode of... er, transport for this evening. There is one more fellow coming and then we can be on our way!"

Honestly, it came as a surprise nobody had caught Deku Princess yet. Her height alone was off-putting enough--

The Garo returned with a bumbling young man smothered in icing and reeking of alcohol. Ghirahim's lip curled slightly and he glanced at the masked figure helplessly, "Is this really our other 'figure of importance'...?" There was a sigh.

This was a terrible idea. The young man knew the chances of him getting caught here were very high. And yet his curiosity of the human's society  pushed him to arrive. Ever since he found out he could live secretly among them, this curiosity of their culture only grew. The things he had learned about their races would make him seem like a traitor to the 'non-humans'.

What now?

The thought of turning back appeared in the hybrid's mind many times. But the thirst for understanding their complicated ways edged him on. He had made way to the large ball room. His eyes grown wide at the sight of it and how many humans were there. So many humans. The young man clutched his overcoat where the mirror shard had been. The one with a small amount of magic held inside of it. So, long as he had this. So, long as he were careful.

He just needed to stay out of their way.

Kafei sighed hopelessly before sitting at one of the nearby tables. He had a nagging sensation that Jasdaë would never arrive and he'd be by himself for the night. It wasn't a problem, he could still have fun, but he knew that it wasn't going to be the same without her. 

The baker took a step back with his assistant to look at the tables. He'd dismissed all his workers except Lyria. After all the work they'd put in, they deserved at least to dance. Hands on his hips, he smiled at his work. The tables were covered in silver trays, each bearing his creations, ready to be brought out. Each item was made in miniature, designed to be eaten with fingers. Chocolates, tarts, cookies, and even cakes, successfully created in bite-sized portions. Taking a moment to sample, Drake popped a tart into his mouth, enjoying the marriage of fresh fruit, custard, and flaky crust. “Drake! I just filled that tray!” His assistant gently nudged him with an elbow. He smiled as he chewed, “I know. That's exactly why I picked a tart.” Another nudge, much harder than the first. Drake chuckled and sighed contentedly.

Kafei frowned to himself as he tucked the flower into his jacket and walked past the gates that surrounded the castle. It seemed larger than Termina's, more pristine as well.  He headed up the stairs into the castle and the guards directed him into the ballroom. The high vaulted ceilings and bright lights were dazzling. It was so early in the night and yet people were surprisingly already dancing. 

He headed towards the refreshment station and stood on his toes to look over the crowd. Where's Jasdaë? He had knocked on her door and waited for half an hour before realizing, by mouth of the inn's secretary, that she had already left. He had no clue where she had gone but he hoped she had just left to the ball early. Standing here in the bright light he saw that though there were many red-haired masked women, but none of them were his Jasdaë. He sighed and decided to enjoy the night while he could. Perhaps she would come and meet him at a later time.

Kafei searched around for some familiar faces but it was difficult with the masks. He did, however, recognize Guinnein in all his glory and nodded his head towards him before noticing a red haired beauty by his side. He couldn't help but appreciate their matching outfits. So clever. Nearby he spotted a familiar shade of red hair but this time on a man and began to walk towards him.

Base credit: Rebe

Outfit: Me

Ghirahim's White Peacock Masque Costume

Kafei sat up in his bed and wiped the sleep from his eyes before looking outside. The sun was past the middle of the sky, he slept in. He groaned sleepily and stood up from his bed, making it behind him neatly. He stripped of his clothes and headed towards the shower. The water was hot, relaxing his muscles and he rinsed quickly, taking the most time to wash his hair. He reached down and shut off the water, quickly drying himself with a towel and wrapping it around his waist. He took his palm and wiped his mirror of the steam that clouded it. He took a good look at himself. He had rested well and his skin looked brighter than usual. He was excited. A masquerade. How many times would he don a mask to join in with the public back in Termina? Now it was going to happen once again but he felt more safe, more at home than he ever did before.  

He gave his teeth a thorough brush and headed back into his bedroom to find the clothes Guinnein had made for him. He was delighted with its patchwork and quality. He buttoned up his white collar shirt and vest. He pulled on his trousers and tucked his shirt inside. He left his jacket for last for fear of over heating. He was already uncomfortable in his dress shirt. He remembered a time when he would wear clothes like these every day. How was he able to do that with ease? He tugged at his collar and walked over to the mirror, debating whether or not he would tie his hair up or leave it down. He chose the former and left some hair out in front of his face before tying his mask around his face. He wondered if Jasdaë would like it… Is she expecting flowers? F*** how does this work?

Steampunk Gold Gear Fox

Men's Black Coat

Asymmetrical Gold Vest