There was no show at the Ballo Della Notte on the evening of Tuesday, February 28th.
Though from the way that the theater stood, it was easily understandable to see why some might question that statement. Instead of the customary still darkness of a Tuesday evening, the lights were on and a figure stood patiently at the front doors waiting to welcome arriving guests.
Dressed for the occasion, it was mostly his posture and voice which gave the figure away as Kalos, his face being covered by a bauta mask. A precise bow, a murmured greeting and a gesture later he would escort arriving guests through the maze that made up the backstage of the theater until they arrived at a fair sized room.
Bare stone walls were softened by heavy rugs covering the floor and a soft but steady yellow light given off from flickering 'flame'-bulbs in elaborate gold candelabras scattered about the edges of the room. Though a 'table' ran half the length of the room with accompanying chairs, it was not a single conference table. Rather it was a series of smaller baroque style tables, barely wide enough for attendees to sit across from each other without knees touching.
At the more open end of the room a trio of silent acrobats moved in a slow graceful performance. Dressed in traditional harlequin suits, the costume left wrists and neck open in offering. Tucked in the corner nearest them was a small platform carrying empty gold goblets and a platter of delicate looking knives.
Asa Alessandra Ishani Vivian York