Fairalin shyly wondered into the ballroom hoping no one would notice her and praying her magic would hould out. She had cast the spell to make her big, the size of a normal teenager and then she folded her wings to hang from her back in a sorta of gossamer cape. She had tied a blue sash around her waist to accent the green body suit and brown leggings. On her face she had a mask that had been made to look like vines had grown around her eyes and a bit of glitter, though she wouldn't tell where either had come from if any asked. Fairalin had mamged to braid her long unruly brown hair into a braid revelaing nicely pointed ears and to round it off she had managed to find a comfortable pair of slippers in the Royal Attic. All in all she hoped no one would reconize her.
