Surrendering to your desires. That to Désirée Éliane nó Cereus, was the main theme for the Longest Night. The only night where all were free to surrender to their passions and bath themselves in joy for the coming year.<br/><br/>Her eyes, the same color as the sea when the sun caress it in mid afternoon, watch all that happen around the hall as she enter. Everything stopping as all the patrons took in the adepts of Cereus as they follow in after their Dowayne. A sign that the festivities had commence. Her beautiful face, partially cover by a soft silvery white mask that match the long sleeve corset dress she was wearing. Her costume not only marked her as a Cereus adept, but it made her resemble a winter nymph. A costume that enhance her exotic looks.<br/><br/>When Léocadie  took her seat next to her second, all the adepts executed perfect bows or curtsies and then left to mingle and join the patrons, finally surrendering to the night where they were free to follow each and anyone of their desires.<br/><br/>Those same exquisite eyes watch the patrons dance with each other or scurried off with different adepts into the gardens to enjoy more of their presence, while she made her way through the dancing and joyous crowd. She stop once when a glass of joie was offer to her, raising her glass she murmur softly 'Joy' before drinking it fast, feeling that delicious burn go down her throat to make her stomach warm and fuzzy.<br/><br/>A new year, she thought, maybe this one she would finally find the husband she was looking for. To marry into a pure blooded line of nobility and make her house proud. She let out a joyous laugh when a masked man took her hand and escorted her to the dance floor. Making her forget all of her worries and just enjoy the night that had just started.<br/>