The girl who had previously been silent grinned in delight, and made her way swiftly over to the Mysterious Figure and the Maskified Menace. They were about to partake in conversation, she noted, but she cared not. She had her clues.

She slowed to a stop two feet from the pair and thrust her arm toward the Mysterious Figure, pointing with as much dramatic flair and poise as possible. "You. You're ROGUE. WILDING." She declared, attempting to appear as bold as possible with her guess. 

A CBer in a beautiful golden dress and elaborate mask offers to help with my injury, but before I can respond, a figure in a white tuxedo walks over and heals it immediately. They seem to exude an air of dark and mysterious powers. I follow them at the fastest pace I can manage, given my still-a-bit-hurt ankle, and tap them on the shoulder. "Are you Rogue Wildling, perhaps? And, either way, would you care to dance?"

My ebony cat mask and ears sticking out my brown-red-and-yellow hair, I stride towards the floor, look around for the seats, and sit down, pulling a book out of my bag and conjuring a glass of punch into my hand. My clothes are a black tunic, covering my leather armor, and a pair of breeches, the ends covered by a pair of green boots, and topped with a green cape. My swords, (peace-tied, of course), and bow, (no arrows) peak out.

Personally, I never would have come, but my AEs wanted revenge for my matchmaking...

The Masked CBette slowly let her arm drop, flushing as she realized that no one had heard her rather dramatic guess, though it had been correct.

That worked in her favor, she supposed--her identity was exposed enough as it was, and she had no desire to attract attention to herself. She moved as silently as possible away from the pair, her Mary Janes as quiet as they could be on the floor.

She walked into the crowd clustered around the refreshment table, imitating the gliding movements of a regular attendee as she went. Of course, her dress was short and not at all suited for a ballgown, but if she appeared confident enough in her identity, she could blend in perfectly. 

A CBer, named Shadowed, clothed in a grey ballgown and a grey mask that has sprinkled bits of gold that catch the light and twinkle like a disco ball approches me.

"Hello there. Have you ever done the Poetry Contest?" they ask casually.

"As a matter of fact, I have," I reply. I look over their outfit, remembering what they've said throughout the ball so far. I know their name starts with an R or L... perhaps it's still too soon to guess. 

"Have you done the poetry contest?" I ask slyly. 

I laugh at Rogue's response and begin to dance with them. We're equally awkward on the dance floor, so it's actually quite fun. 

"Well, I really guessed you based on both the fact that you were so careful to not reveal your gender and your powers, which seemed to match up with my impression of you. Plus, your writing style was pretty revealing. Might I ask, also, if you post under the same name (a mysterious figure) on Kyngdom, or is that someone else?" 

The Fabulous Dreamer confirms that they have done the Poetry Contest before. I smile, thinking, this gives me some information....

And then they ask, "Have you done the Poetry Contest?"

My head snaps towards them. Recovering from my momentary shock, I adjust my mask (which has just slipped) and say in a smoothed-over voice, "Why of course. Do you enjoy that contest thread...Soren?"

I fold my arms and wait.

well this wasn't going as well as I had thought.  I decided to take matters into my own hands.

I swayed up to the Fabulous Dreamer and Soren(I had overheard their talking).

"Pardon me, CBers of questionable gender,"  I interjected grinning, " but as fir the Fabulous Dreamer here, does your name also have two parts?"