65th Frost, 4621
Fashionable attire was the basis of a typical masquerade ball; especially within the highest players of the Candor; Dahlia's lessons on it appeared to be something that shaped him into a chameleon. Although, if she had succeeded in these teachings would depend on how the night would go. So far he had picked out a white regalia with the golden embroidery of a cobra, followed by a mixture of turquoise blue feathers, amongst the epaulets of the garment. He opted for white trousers and white buckled boots, which complimented the style. After all, the theme was light colours; an unusual homage to House Socorro's macabre nature.
Salen remains in wait for Dahlia to finish her dressing procedure; it was one of the reasons why Salen would remain waiting as it didn't take him long to arrived, However, he sympathised with her with a much harder way to keep up appearances within Daravinic fashion. The seasons changes, meaning changes in attire for women. She could hear the disgruntled from the room that Dahlia was in. Salen smirked with amusement, knowing how much her complaining could be heard from outside her room as he waited.
Suddenly she came out, wearing what appeared to be a veiled hood; her attire appeared to be a mix of gold and silver attire, similar to what Salen was wearing on his regalia, only that he didn't have to wear the other essentials for Daravinic flair. He wasn't fat enough to regulate the need for a corset, nor was he deemed "Right... We have important business to attend to, Salen. Very important, don't show me up and make sure you look your best. Comb back your hair a bit more, you look like a stray dog" He said.
Salen wanted to retort, but he could clearly see that Dahlia was not amused; Dahlia eventually opened a portal to the location outside of Degare's gothic manor house. It was out of place for a Daravinic settlement, but it had a certain charm to it. Salen made his way through the portal as Dahlia stepped in behind her, before it closed "If I should know Degare, he makes his guests look like idiots whilst he's pouncing about in white and black. Well, atleast he'd be happy laughing at us all." She said.
Salen rolled his eyes as he followed her toward the queue of people who were waiting to get into the party. It appeared that there were a bunch of prestigious Veir attending, but Dahlia appeared to be after one thing. Information. Since Degare had joined the brotherhood, there was a thorn in Dahlia's side, perhaps one that she wanted to remove before it could cause damage to her reputation. Salen watched the queue as he crossed his arms in wait as he noticed Dahlia getting impatient "Will you stop frowning, you'll break your face." Salen teased as Dahlia looked back at him and laughed "Salen, you are funny... Remember the name..." She said sternly as they would get closer to the line of entry.
Fashionable attire was the basis of a typical masquerade ball; especially within the highest players of the Candor; Dahlia's lessons on it appeared to be something that shaped him into a chameleon. Although, if she had succeeded in these teachings would depend on how the night would go. So far he had picked out a white regalia with the golden embroidery of a cobra, followed by a mixture of turquoise blue feathers, amongst the epaulets of the garment. He opted for white trousers and white buckled boots, which complimented the style. After all, the theme was light colours; an unusual homage to House Socorro's macabre nature.
Salen remains in wait for Dahlia to finish her dressing procedure; it was one of the reasons why Salen would remain waiting as it didn't take him long to arrived, However, he sympathised with her with a much harder way to keep up appearances within Daravinic fashion. The seasons changes, meaning changes in attire for women. She could hear the disgruntled from the room that Dahlia was in. Salen smirked with amusement, knowing how much her complaining could be heard from outside her room as he waited.
Suddenly she came out, wearing what appeared to be a veiled hood; her attire appeared to be a mix of gold and silver attire, similar to what Salen was wearing on his regalia, only that he didn't have to wear the other essentials for Daravinic flair. He wasn't fat enough to regulate the need for a corset, nor was he deemed "Right... We have important business to attend to, Salen. Very important, don't show me up and make sure you look your best. Comb back your hair a bit more, you look like a stray dog" He said.
Salen wanted to retort, but he could clearly see that Dahlia was not amused; Dahlia eventually opened a portal to the location outside of Degare's gothic manor house. It was out of place for a Daravinic settlement, but it had a certain charm to it. Salen made his way through the portal as Dahlia stepped in behind her, before it closed "If I should know Degare, he makes his guests look like idiots whilst he's pouncing about in white and black. Well, atleast he'd be happy laughing at us all." She said.
Salen rolled his eyes as he followed her toward the queue of people who were waiting to get into the party. It appeared that there were a bunch of prestigious Veir attending, but Dahlia appeared to be after one thing. Information. Since Degare had joined the brotherhood, there was a thorn in Dahlia's side, perhaps one that she wanted to remove before it could cause damage to her reputation. Salen watched the queue as he crossed his arms in wait as he noticed Dahlia getting impatient "Will you stop frowning, you'll break your face." Salen teased as Dahlia looked back at him and laughed "Salen, you are funny... Remember the name..." She said sternly as they would get closer to the line of entry.
