His polished shoes clacked on the smooth surface. Elijah's long hair was braided into a fishtail braid. He had an air of regality in his walk. Gracefully, he entered the king's courtroom, filled with men and women in masks.
He too had worn a magpie mask, which covered his cheekbones and his nose. It was a jet-black mask with a rectangle jewel beaded at the third eye, and black and white feathers branched from it.
Like a black sheep in a herd of white, the room was filled with extravagant and colorful masks, except for black. He took long strides and sat beside a woman who wore the white swan mask.
"Good day, sir." The lady greeted him, and he courteously greeted her back. "Good day, Fair Lady."
"Sir, is there a significant reason for all of us, the King's subjects, to be gathered in a rush?" The lady had a naive appeal to her.
"Not that I know of, lady." He excused himself.
