A unicorn tale . . .

Vittoria’s unease grew as West led Annabella off to the dance floor, but the swirl of dancers soon hid them from sight. The dance started slowly, but as the music quickened and the rhythm drove the dancers on, she grinned in spite of herself. She had almost despaired of enjoyment this night, having lost interest in the boy whose family crest had been the inspiration for her costume, but after her aunt’s sarcasm she would rather have died than admit it. Luckily, the unicorn’s horn dampened the enthusiasm of most of the men who would have liked to ask her to dance.

New Competition:

As the hours tick closer to the Ball and as the WordPress Other still devours our images on a daily basis and as we manually upload on a daily basis, we are subscribing to that adage: ‘When the going gets tough, the tough get going.’

In the looking glass . . .

Lucia:

My gown is magnificent.  It is made with the beaded white silk crêpe that Ser Niccolo gave me.  It is soft and clings seductively as I move.
 

 My hair is curled upon my head, leaving my neck to be viewed by all and knowing this, Ser Niccolo has sent me a collar of diamonds.  They are like a band around my neck.  If I were churlish, I would say it is like a dog-collar and that by wearing it I am giving Ser de Fleury some sort of proprietary control over me.  But I have always said I am my own woman and nothing changes.

New competition!

My dearest guests,

On behalf of my sister co-admins, we have decided to cancel the Scavenger Hunt owing to the Others’ predilection for stealing our images constantly.  We ask that you submit whatever you have managed to glean in your journey through the drama and we shall award a Direttore’s Prize for whoever we think was the most persistent and managed to get the most from a very trying event!