Destiney wasn’t sure why she had allowed her friend to talk her into coming to this Masquerade Ball. Such large gatherings were not a thing she was fond of. Too many faces. Too many people she didn’t know. But everyone was hidden behind masks.

Her fingers reached up to trace the edges of her own. Shades of blue and white with gold accents. It went well with her cerulean dress. She should not feel so nervous hiding behind a mask. But this mask was not the one she was used to. Nor was she feeling as gloomy as she usually did when wearing -that- one. Her stomach felt full of nervous butterflies instead.

“Champagne?” 

She was brought back from her thoughts by a male voice. Ishgardian if she was to judge. Her eyes scanned over his taller frame. Elezen. The mask made it harder to judge though if the man was Wildwood or Duskwight. Not that it mattered. Though curiosity drew her to him like a moth to flame. Of all the pretty ladies here he had seemed to single her out. The one standing to the side trying to hide from the rest of the party.

“If you are offering I shall gladly accept.” She tried not to make it sound awkward. Staring was not exactly polite. Neither was standing there ignoring someone being polite to her. She added a warm smile to her answer.

(Thanks @housealderscorn)

(From here)