Cat Davenport, mother of Achilles. (uxorial) wrote in olympos,
While Cat was not a wallflower, it was definitely to the wall where she was heading. Her massive papier-mache dragon costume was somewhat out of place among the sleek dresses and Venetian-style masks of the other guests, though far be it from Cat to notice to raised eyebrows and confused mutterings. She did, however, notice that Paul wasn't exactly happy being the butt of the long dragon, and that after he left to find them drinks, she was having a significant amount of difficulty maneuvering with a six-foot silk-and-papier mache tail trailing behind her. She knocked between people and groped her way to a wall near the entrance, the tail looped around one arm while her free hand held open the mouth of the dragon so she could see.
Hello, Wren. There is a giant orange dragon looming creepily close to you. Not that Cat really intended for that to happen, but between being jostled around and the middle-aged couple making doe-eyes at each other a yard or so away, there wasn't a whole lot of space to cram her giant costume into. And so there was a long, uncomfortable pause with a bearded dragon seemingly leering over a teenage girl (maybe she should have just taken a seat right over there) while Cat rearranged herself underneath the mass of silk. Then the mouth popped open and a redhead beamed out, apparently unaware of the logistical issues of her costume and that people were staring.
"Hi!" she said brightly. "Wow! This is some party, huh? I totally didn't realize you were supposed to wear a dress."