Miraye frowned rather darkly at Matthias. She then turned to everyone else. "I propose everyone changes. I'll go find something for Farrago." She stopped, looked back and added,"I suggest you shut the tents tightly and be cautious. Matty might be that kind of a person." They looked at her oddly, and understood. Miraye glanced at Farrago. "Come with me."

She walked ahead, noting Farrago's presence behind her. They stepped into a tent and Miraye kicked open random chests. A particular shine caught her eye, and Miraye kneeled. She moved her hands over the fabric, and picked it up. It was a very macabre sort of dress, with black lace and violet silk. She handed it to Farrago. "I think it'll fit you perfectly." Miraye exited the tent, her dress still in her arms. She went into the next tent, and hid behind some cargo, changing.

Five minutes past, the screams of witches stopped. Miraye stepped out, the white dress on her. Everyone else was suited, except for Matthias. Behind him was a pile of witches, looking pretty dead. "Once again, may I remind you, how the hell are you going to enter the castle with THAT on?"

He smirked at her. "Well, I don't know. That dress really doesn't suit you. You still look like a bitch."
"Haha, shut up." She kicked him, the white fabric on her dress shining as she did. Farrago's dress looked extremely beautiful and matched her frail complexion. Miraye added some last minute touches and sprinkled glitter over her wings.

They had finally reached the castle at night.
"So, Matty-"
"-ISS."
"How're you going to go pass the guards?"
"Sneak in, duh."
"Okay then. You go beat up Larkin and I find the boy when I give the signal."
"Signal?" Matthias frowned. "What signal?"
"Well, this is a ball. We need to make a classy entrance. You'll know." Matthias stared at her, confused. He shrugged.
They were in line to enter, and Matthias parted from the group. The girls reached the entrace when the guard stopped them. Miraye quickly put on the masquerade/Mardi Gras-like mask on her eyes. "Yes, guard?"
"Invitation?"
Miraye heard a whisper of 'Crap' from Imera. "We forgot it, accidentally.. Now surely little ol' dandy girls such as us won't be much of a trouble?" She tilted her head up, to continue the sweet talk when she noticed it was the same guard that dragged her out of the cage and called her a 'smart ass'. The guard looked at them. He looked like he was thinking, except it was a face of constipation.
"Please..." Stelon piped up, "We promise we'll be good."
The guard gave in and let them enter. They all gasped at the sight. It was stunning...and bright. Miraye didn't like the brightness of the place. Her left eye twitched slightly. She looked around. "You gals, go have fun. I have business to settle with.."
Miraye stepped away from the group looking for any clue of the boy and the Shrike. People stared at her pink hair. Thank goodness for the mask; she would have been caught by now. She smiled at people, not wanting to draw too much attention.
This was definitely going to be a long night.