The Storyteller had quietly entered the ballroom and surveyed the crowd. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves, as much as they could given the circumstances of late.Glancing around at the finery of the guests, her eye fell upon a figure dressed in a green and gold bellydancer's costume. She eyed the woman's firey-red hair wistfully, and then pushed a strand of her own white hair back into place and adjusted the simple silver circlet upon her brow. She sighed somewhat sadly but then remembered herself. She was here to entertain and delight the crowd, not get caught up in ghosts of the past.
A wry grin tugged at Rose's lips as she smoothed the flowing white skirt of the gown she wore. The close fitting bodice was trimmed with sliver threads which fell over the skirt in sections. The skirt itself was separated in what could be called a handkerchief style, the many layers flowing like cobweb around her as she walked forward. The long, full sleeves of the outfit gave the illusion of being tattered and a sheer white cloak draped across her shoulders.
Carrying a silken white mask by its beribboned handle, the Storyteller's ghost costume was complete. She smiled as she saw that some of the group she had seen earlier played with the musicians. She was pleased to see that Iris was among them. She made a point to speak with her soon and inquire how helping Terri went as she spied the Dreamer with Bobby. Her smile widened as she saw the Ranger and the Thief dancing together, seeming to be caught up in each other's gaze.
Her sharp gaze picked out the rest of the Young Ones and more of their guests. Rose couldn't stiffle a laugh as she saw Kimmy Kenderkin dressed up as a little black cat with teal leggings carrying what appeared to be a gourd with a face. She could only imagine what the other guests of the court thought at the lack of fashion.
Tugging at her palm coverings, making sure they were loose but were not in danger of coming off, Rosalia waited for the Princess' arrival and her summons to entertain.
