Re: Ballroom: Mitch and Moment
"Would you like a mask to wear?" Moment asked, her eyes glowing with the gold light of her magic. If she wished it, Moment could give her one- no turning her words into something different or anything.
"My mother was a noble, I know what the word formal is interpreted as back home." Moment grinned playfully, taking a step forward. Her black raven motif melting into a long red velvet looking dress with torn pieces and burnt edges on the bottom that flowed together in the most natural of manners. "Maybe this?"