Each passing moment brought more guests. Some on foot, others in carriages. One particularly noticeable partygoer had even arrived in a winged palanquin mounted atop a great lizard. The Draconic iconography fell short of its awe inspiring appearance when one on the wooden wings caught the edge of the guard house and splintered against the muscular might of the lizard. The guests indulged in the food and drink that was replenished by a swarm of attendants. Music wove its way through the crowds, enticing the crowds to dance.<br/><br/>With a final great crescendo, the orchestra brought it piece to a close. A wave of light spilled out from the castle as the great oak doors swung wide. A contingent of royal guards emerged in two lines, fanning out along the length of the wall. Out stepped an elegant figure. Against the light she appeared a silhouette, the edges of her silvery-white dress glittering. Two broad butterfly wings unfolded behind her. The light dimmed once again as the doors closed, and The Silver Butterfly made her way down the steps with grace. From her vantage she could spy her Father and, although his face was hidden, she knew his displeasure. It was tradition to remain unrecognised in the Ball. Even her Father had left the castle and returned hidden amongst the guests. But this display left no doubt in the minds of those who watched her: She was one of the Princesses.