Emmet had his arm around James’ waist while they waited for Atlas and Sloane to come back to where they were at, the four of them hanging out at least for now. He wasn’t in a social mood just yet, rather just wanting to be around his partners as he looked around and admired everyone’s costumes. Some looked familiar since he’d helped Wis with a few that had been commissioned and others that looked either interesting or cool to Emmet.

Tip was not typically the type to go all out on parties and flashy costumes, but often rather begrudgingly grit her teeth and made herself as presentable as possible so as not to cause a fuss. She loved attending the balls below ground, don’t get it twisted, but sometimes she thought the appearance part was more trouble than it was worth. Why did socialising require so much put-togetherness? The little blonde would do what it took to please, though, and right now that meant wearing an uncomfortable dress and an equally irritating mask.

Julian had dropped a bunch of random costume ideas into a hat and was honestly stoked about how the Red Ridinghood costume turned out. He definitely missed the comfort of his dragon onsie from last year but the trade off was worth it. Honestly the only reason he had showed up was because of how entertained he was at the sight of his own red cape and corsette. Sure the pastic of his mask cut into his nose but enough alcohol would take that thought far from his mind.

Mara understood why Daniel didn’t want to attend. She knew his pain, intimately, but she couldn’t not go to a party, especially one where she got to dress up and flaunt her stuff. She never got to let loose these days and she hadn’t partied since she took over her parents’ pack. She needed an outlet, and maybe, if this all went well, the royals would see the value in spending time with the Faerune citizens, that they weren’t the enemy.

“Lark!” Emmet exclaimed as he spotted her. He walked up to Lark, lifting his mask up to rest on the top of his head. “Holy shit your dress is stunning, did you have it specifically made?” @orchestralcollage​

The masquerade was magical, almost tiered with balls back home, everything was so beautiful. Obsidian had decided she didn’t want to go overboard for once and regretted it a bit standing surrounded by so many pretty dresses and suits. She adjusted the bow holding her mask on taking in the people around her. So many things had changed and so had she, she supposed. Her costume was meant to blend into the background, she had even changed her hair color. Just for one night she had wanted to disappear while still being where she was expected to be. 

If Kirby had to admit to themselves, they were kind of bored. They didn’t want to bother Edgar or Rory, definitely wanted to stay away from Dain since family was so close around and a lot of their friends had come with someone which was fine. They almost didn’t come if it wasn’t for some of their friends pushing to just go out and have fun so they were going to try.