Arriving with Cindy - Cynthia - as 'the brunette Cinderella', Ilde makes her way in the direction of the table for masks largely out of passing curiosity. After all, there are awfully pretty things over there and she does have certain noticeable tendencies. Less magpie, more a faerie love of finery, and she can appreciate that while she's observing.

"They're not required, though, if your costume goes without?" she inquires of Aimery, quizzical. Presumably her reason for the query is clear enough.