Torie had put a lot of thought and effort into her costume for tonight. Inspired both by Estelle's change to her hair (it was still quite red and Torie was still enjoying every minute of it) and her sister's distinct lack of effort into her own costume, Torie rather thought she had come out on top. Though she honestly did not harbor any ill-will toward her sister, Torie was less forgiving in nature than she had originally thought herself to be. She did not put nearly as much thought into her sister's comfort or honestly give her sister much thought at all these days. Estelle, though Torie had always known her sister's nature, had show what level of petty she was capable of, and Torie had chosen to take the high road. What better revenge than to simply be more successful?
So her costume was that of a rose, a rich red rose, her mask and accessories were carefully selected down to every detail. Torie was out to shine tonight and she was making it obvious. Her dress was a shimmering gold fabric, littered from top to bottom with real blooms, enchanted to last the evening then turn back into fabric. The neckline was a bit lower than she was used to, but Torie was on a mission. She wore some family heirlooms, bright red rubies that glittered at her neck and ears. Even the capelet she had made for the evening was covered in roses. Typically one to wear either jeweled or pastel tones, the red was something new, but tonight Torie was feeling bold.
Too bad Basil wasn't present for her to gently cling to and keep people wondering about just what was going on between them. It had happened by accident, a friend had asked if there was something there, and Torie, without thinking or consulting Basil, had been vague enough to lead the conversation on, without giving an exact answer. It seemed she had missed the boat on Mr. Foxwood, despite her best efforts. He was officially courting some exotic beauty and Torie could not bring herself to feel bitter about it at all. She wished them the utmost happiness. Hers would come. Hopefully sooner rather than later.
The evening itself had started with an interesting twist and Torie took her potion (the Jekyll one) as it was what was unexpected of her. Tonight was a night for chances and she was taking hers. Why she felt this way, she hadn't any idea, but she was going to run with it. Torie loved a good theme after all. It took away the bland normalness of a regular ball and replaced it with something interesting. One day she would be able to host events like this, of that she was sure. Whatever the potion's intention, Torie rather thought it was working as she danced and socialized her way through the evening and the events multiple rooms. She had played a parlor game or two, indulged in a drink that she hadn't any idea what the liquor inside it was, but it was devilishly delicious and had moved onto one of the side rooms that she had yet to explore. Her poor chaperon was having a time keeping up, but Torie was not entirely worried about it. She had made it into the room, which appeared to be that of a haunted house, foggy and spooky, but had promptly stationed herself by the door to keep sight of Torie but not partake. Ah well, Torie would not let it spoil her fun.
That was until something scurried across the floor near her hems and it took all of her willpower not to screech in surprise. It propelled her backwards, turning her around and straight into the chest of a somewhat familiar face, though it was hard to tell with the masks. "My apologies sir," Torie had yet to extricate herself from his personal space however, still a little leery of the movement that had startled her just a moment ago. "Did you see which way it went?" She asked tentatively of the rat.
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So her costume was that of a rose, a rich red rose, her mask and accessories were carefully selected down to every detail. Torie was out to shine tonight and she was making it obvious. Her dress was a shimmering gold fabric, littered from top to bottom with real blooms, enchanted to last the evening then turn back into fabric. The neckline was a bit lower than she was used to, but Torie was on a mission. She wore some family heirlooms, bright red rubies that glittered at her neck and ears. Even the capelet she had made for the evening was covered in roses. Typically one to wear either jeweled or pastel tones, the red was something new, but tonight Torie was feeling bold.
Too bad Basil wasn't present for her to gently cling to and keep people wondering about just what was going on between them. It had happened by accident, a friend had asked if there was something there, and Torie, without thinking or consulting Basil, had been vague enough to lead the conversation on, without giving an exact answer. It seemed she had missed the boat on Mr. Foxwood, despite her best efforts. He was officially courting some exotic beauty and Torie could not bring herself to feel bitter about it at all. She wished them the utmost happiness. Hers would come. Hopefully sooner rather than later.
The evening itself had started with an interesting twist and Torie took her potion (the Jekyll one) as it was what was unexpected of her. Tonight was a night for chances and she was taking hers. Why she felt this way, she hadn't any idea, but she was going to run with it. Torie loved a good theme after all. It took away the bland normalness of a regular ball and replaced it with something interesting. One day she would be able to host events like this, of that she was sure. Whatever the potion's intention, Torie rather thought it was working as she danced and socialized her way through the evening and the events multiple rooms. She had played a parlor game or two, indulged in a drink that she hadn't any idea what the liquor inside it was, but it was devilishly delicious and had moved onto one of the side rooms that she had yet to explore. Her poor chaperon was having a time keeping up, but Torie was not entirely worried about it. She had made it into the room, which appeared to be that of a haunted house, foggy and spooky, but had promptly stationed herself by the door to keep sight of Torie but not partake. Ah well, Torie would not let it spoil her fun.
That was until something scurried across the floor near her hems and it took all of her willpower not to screech in surprise. It propelled her backwards, turning her around and straight into the chest of a somewhat familiar face, though it was hard to tell with the masks. "My apologies sir," Torie had yet to extricate herself from his personal space however, still a little leery of the movement that had startled her just a moment ago. "Did you see which way it went?" She asked tentatively of the rat.
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Red again! June 1894