Re: Arabella and Zipporah
Arabella was surprised at first, and then relieved and delighted to see Zipporah here. "Circe," she answered. "A minor goddess of magic. It was a suggestion of the hostess, who invited me here. She says she knew my grandfather."
That mystery was one Arabella still wished to unravel, but it could wait. This evening had another purpose, and Arabella had never experienced anything like it.
"I had thought of Athena," she admitted, reaching out to touch Zipporah's hair. "And Hermes, but I have seen both now, so I'm glad that I let her choose. I wanted to dress as Hephaestus, god of metalworkers, but I couldn't figure out what to wear, since he isn't famed for modesty, and I didn't wish to carry an enormous hammer all evening."
Realizing belatedly that she hadn't yet accepted Zipporah's hand, Arabella dropped her own to take it. "May we? Do you think anyone will mind?" She almost didn't care if they did mind; there was no one else here she wished to dance with, and Zipporah's smile made it look like fun.
"You are beautiful as well," Arabella added, late with her manners as always. "And wise. It is a good choice."