Apo pulled up to the masquerade, wearing an extravagent dress with a red bodice and a black gown and black gloves. She wore a bow around he neck that was also red. A fabric rose pinned to Her waist. Her mask was mostly black with some red gems and a few fabric roses. She walked to the center of the ball, more just watching than anything.

"Oh! Hello, young one, and you're welcome for the help; it all looks quite lovely, if I do say so myself." They look down at Shelby with a kind smile, now fully having their left forearm back.

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Evelyn ran a claw along the teeth of her carved wolf half-mask, she'd questioned the wisdom in wearing it instead of a more feminine one but her husband had very nearly cried that she 'didn't appreciate his hard work' so she wore it. And now that she was at the ball she admitted it was the better choice, nearly everyone was in some form of lace mask.

"They're all so young," she softly commented to no one in particular as she watched the other attendees. Couples, friends, and family members spun each other through the steps to modern dances she didn't know before coming to rest in the ones and twos at the scattered tables. A pair of women (one a vampire and the other a human if the contents of their freshly refilled glasses was any indication) shared a nearly chaste kiss as they walked to a more secluded table, bringing a gentle smile to the vampiress' face. "Ah to be young and in love again."

Draining her glass of spiced wine and blood she stood and made her way to the refreshment tables for a refill.

~Cleo's arrival is tardive, but elegant nonetheless. A green dress flows around their legs, and ruffles cover their arms in extravagant fashion that would seem unusual for the farmer, if it weren't for the practiced way they walked into the party. A thin, simple golden mask sit on their face, shining in the light of the candlelight. The clothes seem timeless on her, probably her mother's, although they fit like a glove. Her hair is simple, left alone to curl down her back apart from a braid crowned upon her head, small silver jewels dangling from the complex knots. This might be a masquerade, but Cleo will not let their identity be tarnished. The careful steps and practiced decorum cannot hide the red in their eyes, and the power they emit.

A woman in a dusty lilac suit and a silver masquerade mask approached them. "I don't think I've seen you quite yet."

@wandering-librarian