((See all the things that you miss when you take the weekend off....? Playing catchup--I left Zakiyah outside Terry's bedroom with Cassandra and Kryschenn, and the dreamer had just awoken...))----
Zak, having made her confession to the two, is a bit relieved by their compassion and remains silently observing as Cole and Terry tell the tale of their dreamscape battle. she records it quickly, but stops when the talk turns to matchmaking plots.
She groans heavily at that, expressing her utter distaste for the thought of both a ball AND romance. For any who glare at her or ask her about it, she explains that she's NOT going to record any of THAT sort of thing...implicit in her tone is that she's not had a hint of romance in her life for the last 600 years after a really bad experience and doesn't intend to start now. Oblivious to the annoyed stares, she glides from the room.
Following this grand announcement, Zak then grudgingly admits, after being pestered by miscelaneous females, that she's rather good at coming up with costume designs and will do so for a small fee. Several people at the ball show up in fabulous, highly ornate fantasy outfits, dragging along their similarly sharp-looking menfolk. There is even a Zena Warrior Princess wandering around, but Zak refuses to take responsibility for it....
Zakiyah, however, doesn't show up for the ball immediately, being far too proud to go alone. Instead, she wanders into the garden, wondering what the other gang in the swamp is up to. SHe wonders whether she whould tell them what she has learned, but it seems pointless to do so unless she's certain they're looking for the other wand.
When she's judged that enough time has passed, she zips over to her library to change, then back to castle Yarfell. She takes a moment to stow her book and quill- by whipping up a hollow statue in the garden- and makes her entrance.
She was gratified to see a few jaws drop and a few eyes goggle at her. Her long red hair, unbound, fell in firey waves down her back, nearly reaching her waist. Instead of the draped sari, she now wore a glittering, dazzling (and not a little revealing) belly dance costume of green and gold. Beaded fringe and full, sequined skirts swished with her every movement, and a sheer chiffon veil was wrapped alluringly around her upper body. Her entire demeanor had changed, from the stiff, arrogant noblewoman to someone playful and graceful.
She wondered how many folks would realize who she was. But even Lorekeepers have to let their hair down sometimes....
((And Les just spent the entire weekend at a bellydance workshop....obsessed with costuming at the moment?? NAAAHHH.....*laughing* Hey! If you live in Philly, come see me dance! I got a job at The Fez!! *grins madly*))
