Whispers and rumors surrounding the recent delivery of wines and spirits to Ista Weyr have been circulating, lurking like phantoms in the backs of minds and in the undercurrents of conversations. Every time it fades out of the weyr gossip, new requisitions appear on the tithes list, Ista's cooks puzzle over new recipes, testing them out on unsuspecting caverns guests… And then the masks begin to appear, first just one sported in the palms of a trader for a harper that's been fine-tuning new songs, then another, before all of a sudden, flashes of gaudy dyes can be seen out of the corner of the eye on any given occasion.
When the grape vines reach their heights (is it a party or have the higher-ups finally turned fruity?) the public announcement finally appears:
~*~ Come One, Come All ~*~
To Ista's Formal Masquerade Ball!
Details on the posted letter are kept short and to the point, but there are none-too-subtle hints towards the desire of anonymity at this ballroom-style event. Those without masks will not be turned away, but half of the entertainment and mystery surrounding the masquerade is not knowing who is who! So please, join Ista in a celebration of life and the <upcoming> return of spring!
