There have been no enthusiastic tours. Not in the hours preceding the evening's exhibition, or of the First College's grounds as it has been transformed—by glowing magic lamp light, and music, and laughter, and dancing, and temporary exhibit halls of fluttering multicolored canvas and lattice, and women in their best glinting dresses and men in high cut coat collars and enchantment gleam filigrees, and whispering gossip, and boisterous conversation about the state of the fight on the continent—into the Isle's most splendid party.
Wisteria, disappearing quickly into the tangle, seems to be of the opinion that they may all make their own way through this place with more or less perfect confidence. After all they now all have so much practice when it comes to moving through strange places, don't they? Besides, she's in a hurry: first, to do a hasty anxious circuit of the grounds and ensure certain persons are or are not in attendance; and then, to reappear as abruptly as she'd first evaporated in order to fetch the two people she requires for the evening's work.
Hence why she is presently shoving a dark green coat into Tony's hands, having waylaid the both of them somewhere between the upper and lower circles of the festivities.
"Change into this, if you please. Quickly, thank you. We haven't much time. Mister Ellis—" She hesitates, giving him an appraising look which quickly melts into either disappointment or frustration at having failed to pilfer something suitable for him in addition to Tony's new coat. "We will have to make do with what you have."
tony + ellis
Wisteria, disappearing quickly into the tangle, seems to be of the opinion that they may all make their own way through this place with more or less perfect confidence. After all they now all have so much practice when it comes to moving through strange places, don't they? Besides, she's in a hurry: first, to do a hasty anxious circuit of the grounds and ensure certain persons are or are not in attendance; and then, to reappear as abruptly as she'd first evaporated in order to fetch the two people she requires for the evening's work.
Hence why she is presently shoving a dark green coat into Tony's hands, having waylaid the both of them somewhere between the upper and lower circles of the festivities.
"Change into this, if you please. Quickly, thank you. We haven't much time. Mister Ellis—" She hesitates, giving him an appraising look which quickly melts into either disappointment or frustration at having failed to pilfer something suitable for him in addition to Tony's new coat. "We will have to make do with what you have."