<em>Vivienne nó Heliotrope</em><br/><br/>Her heart hardly seemed to be able to contain the quickness of its beat within her breast as she entered Cereus's Great Hall amid the beauty and elegance of her House mates, and behind her mask the newly turned sixteen year old's eyes were large and delighted. A grand spectacle indeed, the decorations an art in and of themselves and the adepts...the adepts of the Court of Night Blooming Flowers were like a dream, perfection and beauty. A wistful smile curved her lips as her amber eyes danced about the hall and her thoughts wondered over who each figure could be. Some were obvious of course, the Dowayne's of Houses and their Seconds, but others, ah names ran through her head, the rumored favorites of the City, those that served particular Houses. In her last year of apprenticeship she had gathered every snippet of information she could, yearning for the day when she could officially join their number.<br/><br/>Vivienne's costume was simple, she was merely a nymph among her House's theme of Hellenic myth and wonder. And yet the simplicity seemed perfect for her, a well draped toga of cream colored whisper fine silk accented with a wine red that seemed to be tied into her hair. The toga gown's back had been left slow, all the way down to the small of her back and made it very clear to any eyes that set upon her that her marque had not yet been started; she had never taken a patron.<br/><br/>At first she had blushed at the idea of displaying her status so but it was why her Dowayne had let her come, to show the new adept who would soon be available. Her breath stilled at the idea that she might very well meet her first patron this night, in this press and the girl shivered as she shook her head at herself and laughed when Esmeia, one of her House sister's grabbed her hand and made her dance with her, the other girl just seventeen in age and so glad as a nymph as well. The younger adepts of Heliotrope all gathered, dancing together with smiles that could rival sunshine and laughter spilling bright and joyous from their lips.<br/><br/>The auburn haired girl found herself pulled away by a Orchis adept, drawn by their laughter and she allowed herself to be, dancing with him and then another Orchis adept, this one a woman, the Houses mingling in full now. She found herself paired with a Camellia adept and then one of Balm House, all beautiful and masked, all glorious. And she was soon to join their number, to be a Night Flower. Her heart sang with its joy and she surrendered fully to the delights of the night.<br/><br/>She tripped though, and caught herself just before she stumbled into a woman clad in white with a raven in flight on one shoulder and the young woman blushed, some of it visible beneath her delicate mask of heliotrope flowers and dropped a curtsy to the women, clearly not one of the Houses, her long hair flowing around her. "Forgive me m'lady, I fear I got a bit twisted around."