The next day, Serina looked at herself in the mirror, twisting this way and that to look at herself. She looks over her shoulder at her maid, Rossa, “You’ve really out done yourself this time Rossa.” Indeed the maid had, the gown she was wearing for that nights masque ball was elegantly designed. The gowns skirts were a cascade of forest greens,
light and dark, like a canopy above a forest. Hidden in the folds.
Indeed the maid had, the gown she was wearing for that nights masque ball was elegantly designed. The gowns skirts were a cascade of forest greens, light and dark, like a canopy above a forest. Hidden in the folds of the gown were dark and light browns, revealed only when she walked. But the real beauty was the mask, she held it in her hands, marveling. It was made from plaster in every shade of green shaped
like leaves, and arching from the sides were silver horns. As she traced them her fingers caught on a grove and she turned to her maid and pointed to the grove, “What’s this Rossa?”
The maid smiled and took the mask from her, “It’s a notch for your hair.” At Serina’s confused look Rossa elaborated, “Your hair will fall just so into the groves, there’s another on this side you see, and it will look as if the horns sprouted from your head.”
Serina smiled, “Of course, the idea is a Dryad, right?” Rossa nodded as she put the mask on Serina’s fave and tied the thin stings at the back of her head. She nodded her thanks and Serina looked at herself, she really did look like a forest spirit, “I love Rossa, it’s. . .” “Beautiful, as it should be.” Serina smiled at Rossa’s straight forwardness.
“Yes.” She heard the bells ringing in the distance and gasped softly and turned, taking her maids hands in her own, “Thank you.” “You’re welcome, lady, now go, you’ll be late otherwise.” Serina nodded and rushed out the door, heading to the ball room.