WYN/BRYN/OPEN | 11:30PM
Brynja wasn't too sure about the whole masquerade idea. It seemed ridiculously cheesy to the unseelie faerie, especially when one considered the uncultured students that went to their school. They would surely turn what was traditionally an elegant celebration into a mockery. Yet, she knew that to stay home would be more pathetic than socializing with the miscreants she called peers. She wouldn't give anyone the satisfaction of keeping her away, especially not the prospect of potentially seeing Wyn. Things had not gone any better since she'd made her confession, and Bryn felt slightly embarrassed. He hadn't reciprocated the feelings, though he also hadn't thrown her out or laughed in her face. She didn't know what that meant, but shame was not something she was accustomed to feeling. So she would go to the masque and Wyn could go be damned for all she cared.
Despite her ethereal beauty, Brynja exuded an icy aura that matched her frost-blue eyes, which kept many people from approaching the fae. Her ensemble was the perfect mixture of ice and darkness, with a hint of warmth in her makeup that seemed to betray the reputation she wanted to maintain. The idea of masks was appealing to her dark side, as it whispered promises of getting away with deeds that normally would bring tomorrow's consequences upon you. As she moved around the room towards the stairs leading upward, she was oblivious to the eyes scanning the crowd for her as she let herself go and let a few young men enjoy a dance with her.