One moment the scents and sounds of a ball had filled her ears. The sound of pretty music, quiet murmuring and dancing. The soft, feather light touch of someone's lips upon her own, a racing, confused heart--
And now this.
A tangled mess she dangles from a tree ungracefully. One of her heeled shoes on the ground, she sways back and forth in shock a moment, attempting to adjust the skirt of her masquerade dress down. Even her mask is still in place, though slightly askew as she shifts awkwardly.