Where: Town Hall - Harvest Moon Ball Whom: Open @turtlebay-starters
Achilles stood at the edge of the ball room, his champagne flute in hand. The antlers cast long, strange shadows on the marble. He had heard some whispers of him being a devil and some whispers of him being a forest king. He didn't really have an answer if anyone actually asked what his costume was. He lifted the flute, taking another slow sip as he watched the dancers.
The song changed. A waltz... The kind of song meant for gloved hands and stolen glances. He finished his drink in one final swallow, set the glass down on a passing tray, and stepped forward into the sea of movement. He linked by the edge of the dance floor, searching. When he saw a nearby person lingering as well, he gave a small smile and extended a hand. "Care to dance beneath the harvest moon?" he asked, voice low and smooth.












