Hera, Poseidon & Open
Poseidon had arrived in a pair of upper hose and jerkin of a fascinating blue material that looked the deepest of ocean blues in darker lights but in others seemed to shimmer in lighter more aqua tones. It fit him comfortable, accenting his broad shoulders and with the heavy chain encrusted with sparkling sapphires and fine metalwork into elaborate wave shapes. The mask he wore only hid half his face, the blue color was similar to the clothing he wore, and the embroidery work of waves into the masque was clear enough. The theme was animals, but he didn't really care to choose any particular one so he was the ocean itself. That was the general idea.
He had intentions of possibly taking another dance with the Nereid again, the Lady Amphitrite. But a small voice in the back of his mind said that he should not be so eager to chase her yet, though he was reluctant to listen to it. It held some truth, but at the same time, he still felt entirely too young to marry.
"A sight to behold," he said as Hera descended down the steps and he offered his hand, "My dear Duchess, you are a vision." It was interesting she chose a peacock, but at the same time unsurprising. It demanded eyes upon her and he knew there had to be some forethought rather than merely choosing it because it was pretty. Hera was smarter than that.