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Just A Dance	By : ArkaadV Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 1258 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Musing about the formalities that his mortal Aboveground subjects stood upon, he flipped the wax sealed envelope through his fingers much like one might a coin.
It was the finest vellum, hand engraved and he knew without a doubt that none of the other invitations to the event had half as much time or care put into them as the one he held.
Flip…slide….flip…slide….
After a few moments more the intricately folded missive was discarded with a flick of the wrist to land open upon the glittering black marble of his desk, revealing its contents to sharp eyes.
Retrieving the invitation, he skimmed the details within; genuflection in ink.
The fine calligraphy exhorted his presence at a masked ball thrown in his honor to celebrate another five decades of his reign as well as to introduce members of the newest generation of the host family. They were one of the last human families from the old world that remained loyal to the Fae folk.
Had fifty years truly passed since the last celebration and round of introductions? In truth, he was surprised that the tradition had stayed alive this long due to the nature of humans and their ability to discard what they see as archaic and out of fashion. And they dare say that the Fae are a fickle sort!
Dropping the invitation once more, he ran a finely manicured nail back and forth across his lower lip as he regarded it for a few moments.
Should he refuse or accept?
Reply or ignore?
He rose and moved across the darkened expanse of his study to the moonlight streaming through the open doors and to the balcony beyond. With a fluid turn of his hand he produced an orb then after a moment of thought released it upon the evening breeze to float away to those that awaited Aboveground.
He smirked to himself as he watched the crystalline sphere containing his reply drift beyond his sight.
After all, it would be rather rude not to attend when you were the guest of honor and perhaps….perhaps for one night his boredom would be held at bay.

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While tapping the edge of the unopened invitation against her palm she looked out her hotel room window at the Atlanta skyline at night and thought about the words her friends had said a few scarce hours before. After their insistent poking and prodding she had promised to think about going to at least one of the parties that were part of Dragon*Con night life. She used to love to party when she was younger, in fact she was first to arrive and last to leave when she was in Atlanta years before. That had been her first Sci-Fi/fantasy convention and her last until now. Finally, after years of waiting and saving money she had been able to book a flight and a room for a five day mini-vacation.
This was the only time when she truly felt comfortable in her own skin and free to be the person she kept hidden away from the mundane world. At times the mask of conformity chaffed her. It had been too long since the last time she was able to cast that proverbial accoutrement aside and free the woman within.
Looking down at the fine grained paper she wondered what had happened to the bold, somewhat reckless person she used to be and where had the reserved, jaded woman come from that she was now. Closing her eyes, she exhaled, set her jaw, made a decision to cast caution to the wind then opened her eyes.
“Damn the torpedoes and full speed ahead” she said aloud before breaking the wax seal and working the elaborate folds to reveal the elegant flourishes of well practiced calligraphy.
The invitation was written in the flowery manner of bygone days and brought a smile as she read then reread the details.
A masked ball….guess that’s as good a place as any to start.
The ringing of her cell phone pulled her from her thoughts.
“Hello, Bea.” She said turning on the speakerphone setting.
“Did you get it…the invitation? I told the messenger to slide it under your door.”
Constance retrieved the invitation from where she had laid it to answer her phone.
“Yeah, I got it. What I’d like to know is why I got it. I didn’t think I knew anybody here that would throw something like a masked ball; a rave maybe but not a masked ball.”
“Well….you do, sort of….it’s my great aunt and uncle that’s hosting it. I kinda pouted and begged to get you added to the guest list. I think you’ll love it.” Beatrice crossed her fingers as she waited for her newest friend to reply.
“I dunno, Bea….a masked ball? What do I know about how to act at something like that?”
“Oh, please! Connie, you’ll do better than most. Hell, you’ll probably do better than I will and I’ve been to these sorts of things quite a few times since I was a kid. It’ll be great, you’ll see. Just say yes and let me take care of the rest.”
Alright, Constance, now is your big chance! Be bold woman!
“Ok, you’ve talked me into it.” Constance replied with a huge sigh. “What do I need to do? Where do I find a costume? Is it a specific kind of costume I need or will just any do?”
Bea clapped her hands and squealed like she did when she was twelve. Constance could almost see her jumping up and down like an excited school girl instead of the twenty-nine year old she was.
“You don’t have to do a thing other than be out front at nine in the morning to meet me. Everything you’ll need; clothes, makeup, jewelry, everything will be waiting for us when we get there. You’re gonna absolutely love it, I swear!”
“We’ll see….” Constance sighed into the phone, “Hey, I’ve gotta go get a shower and some sleep so I’ll talk to you in the morning, ok?”
“Ok, just don’t forget; nine o’clock, out front and ready for adventure.”
“I’ll remember….good night, Bea.”
“’Night, Connie.”
Connie took one last look at the invitation before laying it on the standard hotel issue mirrored dresser. Looking up to the silvered glass she frowned.
“You have got to be off your rocker for doing this. Look at you, thirty-five years old and at a Sci-Fi convention and now going to a masked ball for crying out loud. Its all gonna end the way things usually do with you sitting in the corner….alone….as the younger, better looking women get asked to dance and flirted with.”
Suddenly, feeling rather childish, she stuck her tongue out then blew a raspberry at the melancholy woman looking back at her.
“You know what, you old grumpus, that’s not at all what’s gonna happen. You’re gonna go to the ball and you’re gonna be the life of the party. You’re gonna have to turn men down because your feet are sore from dancing every dance. You’re gonna be the woman every man wants to be with and the one every woman wants to be. And that’s that so just get over it.”
With a sharp nod she turned and strode off to conquer her shower.
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