Oh What Fools These Mortals Be

[Devona]

The Queen of Light is trying to shame me.

I blinked in from a shadowway, taking the usual route, in winged form rather than by foot. I didn’t make it past the front gate. Someone was waiting with one of Mab's gilded cages, ready to “escort” me into her presence. It was in such a degrading way that I was carried into the main ballroom where the queen and her court sat in attendance. Lords and Ladies of Faerie, dressed in their finery, milled around in draped cloth that would have been concealing if they were not extremely light, fine, and sheer. But in the courts of Faerie, modesty is a concept that has never been in fashion. A body simply wore what pleased them--there is no other rhyme or reason to what they choose to don for such an occasion, each wearer&