by Evelyn~ 21st June 2016, 10:58 am
Wh-what is this? Evvy's eyes widened as she carefully parted the tissue paper inside the delicately wrapped box, revealing a lavish dress and a neat, smartly tailored suit. Her hands trembled ever so slightly as she held them over the clothes nestled within the package, hesitant to pull them out lest she cause any damage. Wh-what's going on? she wondered, anxiety taking over. Fishing through the folds of the dress but not misplacing any fabric quite yet, the young mage discovered a square card of creamy, expensive paper that seemed to have the texture of polished metal, it was so smooth and hard. The typography was gold script, elegant and refined in appearance. Still more than a bit uneasy, the girl read the card, but it only arose more questions within her. Why was she being invited to a foreign ball? Minstrel was surely a lovely country, but she had never been there before. The citizens and hosts of such an event would have no inclination to invite Evvy. She chewed thoughtfully on her bottom lip before finally releasing it, along with a huff of breath.
"It seems like an overly formal, uppity event anyways. Perhaps I ought not to attend," the youth mused, considering her own words for a minute. If she rejected the invitation, would the hosts find their reputation of Fiore in general to be lowered? But surely, they could not expect a poor, ordinary girl mage as herself to have any experience with such matters... Evvy twisted a lock of hair around her index finger as she tired herself out by overthinking the matter. "Sh-should I go?" she whispered, eyes flitting down to the beautiful formal attire that had been sent to her by private magical mail that only the wealthy could usually afford. The most crucial question was whether she could get away with not attending; if enough guests had been invited that she had been included, surely they would not notice, right? However, Evvy had absolutely no hint as to how many others had received such invitations. It could have been an attempt of some extraordinarily well-off people to do some charity work and invite "normal" citizens to spend one night as rich folk
As she finally managed to make a decision, the girl withrew the dress and slipped it on, doing up the buttons in a criss-cross fashion on the back using a hook that she had been gifted a few years ago. It fit perfectly, only cementing the mage's desire to attend the party. And so she set off after undressing once more and carefully folding the clothes into a small suitcase. According to the note, she would be arriving through flight on a private vehicle, which served to unnerve the girl quite a decent amount. Nonetheless, Evvy was confident in her decision, so she boarded with as relaxed of a mind and body as she could. During the flight, she felt no sort of shaking or quaking that she had originally expected; it was her first time flying, though, so anything would have surprised her. She was told by an attendant that a change of clothes was provided near the back of the airplane, so the girl left her seat to quickly change into those. They were nearly an exact replica of the type Evvy had been sent; except, the material was slightly more fine and softer to the touch.
Upon arrival, she stepped out onto a dark runway that was lit with various small posts along the sides of the pathway. A young man ushered her into a gargantuan building that seemed to resemble a castle more than anything, and soon enough she was directed to an opulent room which had a size comparable to over six times the entirety of Evvy's apartment. She had the most lovely time, mostly dancing with strange partners and tasting morsels of rich, delectable foods that she did not know the names of. Eventually, the party died down until she was one of the only ones left; at that time, the same young man from before gently took her by the elbow and directed her back outside, to where another flight was being prepared. It had been a tiresome day, so Evvy fell into a peaceful slumber on the way back home. This resulted in a flight attendant being forced to wake the girl, with several rounds of apologies on both sides. When they touched down back in Fiore, the girl smiled out the window one final time before exiting the craft and stepping down onto the ground, which was for once, not cold upon her feet during the night, for Evvy had worn intricately embroidered slippers to complete her beautiful wardrobe. It and the dress were hers to keep, and after hanging the gown up in her cramped closet, the mage kicked off her shoes and toppled down onto her bed, more than ready to sleep away what was left of the hours of the night.
