It's the color-changing hair that draws Erskine--Rue--toward her.
Not that he's never seen anything like it. There were sorcerers back in Ireland with equally, if not more, bizarre features. A woman with shimmering skin. People with claws. Erskine has seen some very weird things in his time but here and now, at the party, the color-changing hair is a neat little trick. So he sidles over.
Rue is, of course, decked out in a fancy frock coat of black brocade, with heeled shoes and a full face mask with an enigmatic little smile on its gold lips. A black tricorn hat and a feather secured to his chest with a jeweled brooch round out the whole ensemble. He approaches Kitty and gives a polite little bow.
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Not that he's never seen anything like it. There were sorcerers back in Ireland with equally, if not more, bizarre features. A woman with shimmering skin. People with claws. Erskine has seen some very weird things in his time but here and now, at the party, the color-changing hair is a neat little trick. So he sidles over.
Rue is, of course, decked out in a fancy frock coat of black brocade, with heeled shoes and a full face mask with an enigmatic little smile on its gold lips. A black tricorn hat and a feather secured to his chest with a jeweled brooch round out the whole ensemble. He approaches Kitty and gives a polite little bow.
"I don't believe I've had the pleasure, Miss...?"