<div class="floatright">(https://pre00.deviantart.net/8665/th/pre/f/2014/155/c/8/white_fairy___stock_by_mariaamanda-d7l12qi.jpg)</div>Name:  Elia<br/>Location: Ballroom -> Banquet<br/>Tagging: William, Chester, Marieme, Open<br/>Mentioning: Isobelle, Sebastian<br/><hr/><br/>Elia curtsied gracefully at the conclusion of her dance with the White Wolf, as she thought of him now; she had taken to the way ‘Bella’ had chosen nicknames for the two of them, and now Elia started to think of those she met in such terms. It was fun, it added to the anonymizing fantasy, and it might just help her keep needed track if she had too much more champagne.<br/><br/>“I dearly hope we do cross paths again, White Wolf,” Elia told this fellow who seemed to simply smell of refined culture, every bit as much as she thought she had caught notes of scotch on his breath and maybe even classic car chrome and leather on his fingertips. Her mind bounced back to fond memories of her father’s car collection, and rides on sunny days…<br/><br/>She had to focus yet again. “...happy hunting, for if you haul of any other maidens on the way to grandma’s house, well...I’ll have a picnic basket to share with them just the same.”<br/><br/>She cooed softly at the kiss on her hand, and restrained herself enough to politely let him go a-hunting.<br/><br/>She looked about, caught a glimpse of Bella in the crowd - and Elia’s eyes lingered too on the dashing figure she seemed to have engaged. Elia became intensely curious, and remembered some delicious ideas Bella had alluded to before….but for the moment, Elia practiced restrained again, better to let Bella stir the pot of any black magic she already had brewing with the gentleman.<br/><br/>The announcement of the banquet was well timed, then, for Elia and her barely contained restraint. She was quick to glide in that direction...and just as quick to tell herself<em>no overeating, not even on a special occasion tonight! You have a photo shoot in just a few days and you skipped barre class today!</em><br/><br/>On the way, she plucked a champagne flute from the same tray as the fellow blonde she had noticed before, her ‘wicked stepmother’ as she had mentally dubbed her. She could have sworn she caught a glimpse of extended canines, like...vampire fangs!?...well, it was the holiday of the hereafter, so it was just a costume,<em>right? Oh my…how deep a rabbit hole have you got down now, Alice...</em><br/><br/>Elia - suddenly very conscious of her long and pale her own collar and throat must look in her own slung gown -  smiled at her and to the masked dragon, who somehow seemed to draw her in a bit with a gravity of mystery.<em>Wolves and dragons and vampires, oh my!</em>She told them, without lingering too long in case she had interrupted some flirtation pregnant with possibility, “Evening, Sir, Madame, isn't this ball fang-<em>fun</em>, isn't this ball fun? Maybe we can dance together or some such shared diversion after dining….since I’m off to dine on….well you know,<em>food</em>…ohh look at me, when I get talking I just drag on-"<br/><br/>She took another sip of champagne, the only thing that suppressed another nervous laugh.<em>Don’t be crazy, be a lady, Elia Benoit! You’re not really some monster-chased medieval maid, and these fine people aren’t literally cannibals or anything like that! It’s just Halloween! The only appetites and devouring to worry about are…</em>well, that next thought just made Elia blush deeply. She was grateful for her mask and cheek glitter, but neither would hide the blush entirely.<br/><br/>She took a seat at one of the tables. She had a nice view of a few beautiful people across from her, but the seats by her were still free.<br/><br/>A jeweled skull centerpiece at her table was grinning at her, its eyes big and hollow, with flanking candles casting it in a supernatural glow. She had a crazy thought that it was some cursed thing from a pirate movie, speaking to her. “Hey! Psst! You there! Angel!” the voice barked in her mind. “Now don’t starve yourself too much this eve, or you’ll end up looking like me! Tonight’s the night for indulgence, princess, oh yes. For cravings sated, yet leaving you hungry for more…eventually, everyone ends up like me, just a pile of bones...yes, even you, beautiful, no flesh lasts forever....so you might as well do all you can with that flesh while it’s nice and young and tight! Ohhh, if I still had one particular bone...”<br/><br/>Elia blinked, and chased this imagined fancy with the rest of her third flute of champagne, as if it that were the thing to keep one sane.<br/>