#wizardcourt.event3

[mvvnlit]

benedict raked a hand through his - arthurs? - hair as he looked around the room, taking in the chaos of everyone trying to figure out what had happened and who they were. if anything was to make his job harder he couldn't think of anything worse than this. "i was thinking i was due a makeover, but i think this may have taken it a bit far." he joked, trying to lighten the mood turning to whoever was closest to him. "are you alright though? other than the obvious of course."

[cmbrosia]

open event starter / goldhorn ballroom

the moment she felt it, marigold hated herself for it. she would later lie awake questioning why her first reaction as the chaos erupted around her had been to search for duchess ambrose. "mother?" she called quietly, eyes flickering from one face to another as she walked through the crowd of people, knowing that even if she did spot her mother then she would not recognise her and neither would her mother recognise her. maybe it was due to her young age, or perhaps she had grown so dependent in her gilded cage that she was unable to stand on her own two feet, but she was desperately seeking out all she had ever known. the only constant in her life was her mother, and while that was mostly the problem, it was also a crutch she had always used when she was scared of the unknown. her home might have always felt like a prison, but at least it was familiar and safe. then she came across someone whose eyes seemed to linger on her. "mother?" marigold asked tentatively, this time directed at the stranger in front of her — and for the first time in her life, she was actually hoping it truly was the duchess ambrose.

[mvvnlit]

aysun was already feeling awkward enough attending the goldhorn ball given her history with the family, but she couldn't miss a second ball , never mind two in a row and so she found herself in the estate trying to the avoid the family as much as possible and now she had to deal with body swapping? "it could be worse i suppose..." she hummed, turning this way and that in the reflection of the mirror, smoothing lovellas dress, relieved that she was at least still a female. "considering how much effort and time i put into getting ready for this ball so i hope whoever has my body appreciates it."

[scnguineus]

WHO — theodosia caxton & open. WHERE — goldhorn ballroom.

THEODOSIA TURNED THEIR HANDS OVER and over in front of their face. it was strange. their body had always felt a little bit odd to them but now it felt even worse. it wasn't just foreign it was else. they looked around at the room of people, somewhat in a panic, somewhat bemused. they tapped the shoulder of the nearest person. ❝ have you seen the marquess— er, do you know what the marquess caxton looks like right now? ❞ it was one of the rare occasions being separated from their husband was incredibly inconvenient. even their voice was strange, rough in a way they weren't used to.