Twix Family/Fey/Banquet

A Regal Banquet

Fey's reflection stared back at her critically. Chestnut hair heavily peppered with silver was piled up in an intricate bun on top of her head and shone with pearls. She wore a simple and finely tailored gown of deep blue velvet: its wide neckline off the shoulder was trimmed in white ermine and the dress simply hugged its way down her small athletic frame to flare at the hip with no further ornament and barely skim the floor. Suitable for a diplomatic banquet, certainly.

The memory of wearing this very gown to a banquet in Lin Helon many years past flashed through her thoughts and brought prickling emotion to the old woman's eyes. All of her Melite compatriots in the varying shades of the night sky, feasting in frivolity... that city was gone now, sunk beneath the waves, and many of her friends long gone too...

Fey frowned at her reflection accusingly. How dare you bring up that memory now. Rude. You know we've an appearance to make.

With a spin to check the back of the outfit she nodded once and made briskly for the door.

She arrived alone to the event and stepped regally to the door to be announced to those already gathered. "Fey Twix as the announcement, please, steward," she requested, her eyes scanning hopefully over the room.

"Aye, Lady. The Lady Fey Twix of Portion!"

She lifted her chin and curtseyed to the assembled nobility. None looked up with any recognition, and she sighed internally and went to find the refreshments.