"Even all dressed up, we're still just elves to them," Kallian muses.

She shrugs a little.
"They are... and they aren't. Every noble house has unique masks, elaborate ones for the actual nobles, simplified versions for the rest of the household. It wasn't so much that they recognized the mask as being specifically my mother's, but rather the house that she served, the du Poivrers. Between the mask and my middle name, there were a few there that assumed I was there to represent that house. Madame offered to arrange a place for me there, if I wanted, but... I haven't said yes or no yet."