<div align="center"><em>'Without fault or flaw.'</em></div><br/>That ideal was chief in the mind of Juliannè Rose nó Camellia as she watched the procession make its entrance to the hall. The host of Cereus House went first, and then each of the other houses followed in their places. A night of celebration, but of celebration that must be observed from a place of perfection. Juliannè kept that in the forefront of her mind as House Camellia began its entrance.<br/><br/>This year her House was adorned in clothing that depicted elements of an exquisite garden. Of statues covered in budding flowers, of trees with long, elegant limbs wrapping around their gowns, of vines mingling in branches and statues alike, of fountains where streams of water were suggested by strands of blue beads or sections of cloth in rich blues that caught the light, of butterflies, and dragonflies, and so many other things found within the private sanctuary that a garden offered.<br/><br/>Most of the gowns favored long sleeves and flowing skirts, deep lines on the back to bare the marques of the Servants who had completed theirs and the portions of those marques as yet incomplete. Some faces were painted in petals and buds, others in vines or leaves, and masks of all flavor catering to the theme could be seen.<br/><br/>House Camellia's procession was one of perfect choreography. Those members who had favored petals in their skirts entered first, a small collection as if the wind were carrying them. They twirled here and there as they gracefully swept into the chamber, then diverged in all directions. Onlookers may have taken notice that not one of these 'flowers' was the likeness of a flower from the Houses.<br/><br/>Walking behind them were statues and fountains, each step carefully timed so that they made two rows of individuals mirroring each others' actions as they cast their gaze on the others gathered for the festivities. Trees came behind the statues, placing themselves on the outside with arms lifted up. Sheer fabric linked to their fingers made a drape of cloth on which colored limbs of brown were sewn to make them appear more true to their design as they stood this way.<br/><br/>A host of dragonflies and butterflies alike entered next, weaving between the trees and statues, settling near the twirling flowers, and with them Juliannè, Second of House Camellia. She wore a gown with a bodice of black silk, slim and perfectly cut to her form as it tapered to the waistline. Here began the butterfly wings that were her skirts, several pairs of wings were shaped in the fabric, all colored in deep reds and blacks that were rich to the eye, layered artistically one upon the next. She wore black sleeves on her forearms that were separate from the dress itself, a length of semi-sheer cloth connected between them with more winged patterns sewn into it. Braided into her hair were ribbons of black and red, the red darker than that of her hair, but pleasing to look upon as it twined through her soft tresses. The intricate braids kept her long hair from completely obscuring her back, making it fall only to the middle of it rather than to the small of it.<br/><br/>Each step the Second took was calculated and elegant, each step a part of their dance as they made themselves into a garden of enticing beauty, of carefully controlled peace and allure. When she reached a an adept dressed in a gown with the likeness of a flower the Second gently leaned into the woman, resting her cheek on her sister's shoulder and reaching her arms up around the both of them so her hands could fold over the adept's other shoulder. The the sheer fabric connected to Julianne's sleeves seemed to wrap the two of them up in the semi-sheer likeness of wings as she, the butterfly, rested in the petals of the other Camellia Adept. The v-shaped mask of black that Juliannè wore made her face as dark as her bodice save for the whites of her eyes and her gray irides.<br/><br/>The Dowayne entered garbed in the likeness of a proud statue, a crown of flowers wreathed about her brow. With graceful steps the Dowayne of Camellia walked between the other statues, the trees, butterflies, dragonflies, flowers, and fountains as though they were but an aisle for her regal passage. Only when the Dowayne had passed did each individual of Camellia House move from their place to mingle with the crowd, their carefully executed dance completed in good taste and with great precision.<br/><br/>Juliannè pressed a gentle kiss to the cheek of the Adept whose shoulders she had leaned upon before turning herself and following in the wake of her Dowayne. She took a glass of joie offered her as she followed her Dowayne, inclining her head in greeting to those who greeted her. When at last the Dowayne came to a stop Julianne stopped as well, lifting the glass to her lips with a quietly spoken "Joy". The festivities had begun and the night would be one of much merriment for the servants of Naamah gathered here.