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| Lena | Jun 23 2009, 08:48 PM |
This s**t is Lenanas: L-E-N-A-N-A-S
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Tonight was the night that she would remember forever. She was certain of this. Tonight was magical, sacred. The masque ball was something Meg Giry had been waiting for since last year. She was sixteen now and a beautiful, wonderful lady, yes. A lady. Her outfit for the night proved it. She was to be a swan: a beautiful, wonderful swan and it would be absolutely wonderful and the other girls would simply stare at her beautiful costume and wonder "Who is that girl?" and she would simply ignore them because they were below her. She would take her new friend, the mysterious man from worlds and countries unknown, by the arm and she would show-off. It would be absolutely wonderful. Tonight was going to be the best night of Margaret Giry's life; of this she was certain. Adding one of the final white feathers to her ballerina-style bun, she couldn't help but preen a bit in the mirror. She looked absolutely lovely. Yes, she along with several of the others had stolen away into the dressing rooms and used the opera's paints and oils to make their lips red and eyelids lavender. She herself had made herself a shade more pale, leaving it clear and smooth for the half-mask to slip itself over. The mask itself was a simple thing: white with a small bird-like beak attached as a nose. Everything else was simple as far as making up the face, just a tiny bit of something for the lips but nothing else was needed. The true splendor was in the wonderful white dress that, though she noticed it didn't quite fit right, was exactly what Meg's princess fantasy had nearly always conjured up. It had been several minutes since she had finally left the dressing rooms and finally made her way into the ball and had yet to notice anyone she knew. Of course, it was definitely hard with the masks. Her own devoured her upper face in what most would've called a massacre. Little Meg feared that she would have to put it down eventually, for it was a bit heavy with her poor choice of stick to hold it up. She stayed to the side, not wishing to leave it for fear that it would be seen as odd for the young lady not to be accompanied by a man to lead her to the other side. The rest of her row were either at home or already in the throws of dancing with someone, or conversing. She had gotten quite irritated with the fact that Molly, the new English girl who had started her training at the opera when she was seventeen, was already deep in conversation with a young man in blue. Meg sighed, glancing for someone to chat and chitter with. |
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