InsaneJournal

Who: Multi-thread, OTMany (pups who have dealings with the Third Race and/or magic; humans need escorts or might get enchanted)
What: The White Witch's Yule Ball
When: Solstice Night
Where: The Great Hall

Winter nights always held the best stories told by fires built to keep the chill and the dark howl outside. Extraordindary fairytales, boogeymen, battles and tales from long long ago would be dusted off to entertain or keep children in line. And the winter solstice was the pinnacle of all the smoky magic and shadowed whispers.

It was that night that the courts of Fey, Elf and the Others that Mankind had imagined or stumbled upon would gather to celebrate their subtle regime of power and have a fete of the stuff dreams were made of. This year the frigid White Witch held the feast in her spacious ice cavern-hall, a masquerade of sorts. Tables lined the edges with elegant delicacies and drink of the Third Kind and crystal everywhere reflected the flickering candles held in silver candelabra embedded in the frozen translucent walls. The chatter and laughter of the people in elegant costumes and ornate masks of every style imaginable, mixed with the silvery tunes of the unworldy orchestra, eating, gossiping or dancing.