Rowan let out a scoff. Antlers, large buck teeth, gills for breathing or any other malformation of any sort would have been worse. And after a while, Maisie had declared it fine for her to attend the ball without worry none of the above would suddenly sprout on her person. But even so, Rowan couldn't help but absentmindedly brushing a finger through her hair where antlers would likely sprout should they decide to; just in case.

Rowan smiled gratefully, thankful once again to be having this conversation with a co-worker as opposed to someone else. With the alterations to her dress, she was more unaccustomed to being pinned up in a tight-laced corset. Wincing, she glanced toward the beverages. "I suppose so, though I'm not really used to this sort of scene." she replied, glancing down at the broach pinned to her dress. "Odd little trinkets, aren't they?"

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