"you look like one of the warrior queens my father would tell stories about," yesenia brushes a stray hair behind cassie's ear, gingerly taming her performance-tousled locks. "strong, beautiful, and determined. princesa xena suits you perfectly."

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Cassandra found proud of their performance. The crowd went crazy with their music, and the magical touches that they added seemed to be just perfect. The girls would talk tomorrow about the show, but for the rest of the evening, it was her to relax and unwind. In doing so, she found Yesenia.

She chuckles quietly under her breath, gently grabbing at the woman's fingers still near her hair. "Is that the case?" Cassie asks, pulling the woman's hand to her lips so that she could press a kiss to Yesenia's fingertips. "Did my performance stoke your heart so wildly for me to receive such compliments?" She teases the other playfully, amused at the other.

With a smile, she looked at her friend, fingers intertwining with theirs as she moves their hands to her side. "You look absolutely stunning tonight. I might have to write a song about you." Cassie gingerly jokes as she sticks her tongue out at her friend.

"now that is a costume!" yesenia revels at the full-coverage attire, from the mask to the details in the utility belt. it breeches somewhere between unsettling and cool, and the demigoddess is a big fan of the macabre.

she holds up her black basket piled with fresh baked pastries. "i don't know who you are, but please, have a concha!"

Her voice startled him, but only because he didn’t expect anybody to talk to him in the slightest. Maxim came to observe—to research one might call it—what the festivities were about. Of course, he knew of the holiday, he’s heard of it, but he never experienced it. Especially not to this degree of elaborateness. This, mixed with his first participation in a ball, was fascinating to him. He knew he had to dress up as something to not stick out like a sore thumb, so why not go all out and mask his identity completely, not to be recognized by anybody. 

Any time anybody would talk to him, his fight or flight triggered and he expected to be identified by the handful of people he has already met. However brief that meeting might be. “Oh, thanks!” His lips set into a smile below his guise—it would be a lie to say that he didn’t feel at least a bit of pride for staying undetected for this long. 

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"You didn't," Abigail blurted immediately, turning away from the scallions she had been chopping up to stare in horror at Yesenia and the empty jar of cayenne pepper in her hand. Oh no. Oh gods. Oh geez. This was so bad. But it was not like she could blame the other girl, because she had certainly made silly mistakes like that before, too.

"Do you think there's a way to save it?" It sounded like she was asking Yesenia, but her gaze had shifted just slightly to look at Claude, who was over by the stove. He sniffed the soup, made a face, and shook his head at her. Well, damn.

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The gala was mystifying to Abigail. The closest she had ever gotten to something like it was her high school prom, but that greatly paled in comparison to Mount Phoenix’s event. From the decor to the food to the people around her and their lavish outfits, there was just so much to see and taste and experience. Aside from the food, though, the outfits were what intrigued her the most. It was so interesting to see what everyone had put together - the people on the island were certainly more creative than her high school peers had been.