hidden truth//open
Admittedly, Matteo’s costume choice was a result of an argument with his father earlier that evening. It had taken scrambling at the last minute, but he managed to switch concepts just before the ball. His attire was pure white with silver embroidery. Originally, he was supposed to be dressed as one of his ancestors. In a sense, he still was. His father just didn’t know it.
His mask was carved like a dragon’s face and horns curled on his head. A billowing cape and silver paint on his face made it obvious who he was. Just in case though, he carried a scepter with a moon carved at the top. He was Ayla, the mother of elementalists.
Maybe he should have been more bothered that his costume was a woman, but dragons seemed fairly gender neutral. Matteo wasn’t entirely convinced she wasn’t just labelled a woman to fit their narrow views. He could have easily been Dai, but for obvious reasons, he always felt a special relationship with Ayla. Besides, his father was a traditional man. His father was currently avoiding looking directly at him, so Matteo knew he struck the right nerve. Matteo smirked.
“Well, it’s a party now, isn’t it?”