Sleepless: Chapter Twenty-Three

That Which Becomes [Goddesses]

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There was a visible, awed hush that went through the crowded hall as Margo stepped out of the dressing room. Anyone that hadn’t noticed her immediately turned at the sudden silence, their eyes falling upon her.

Seemingly of their own accord, the lights in the hall faded from a bright, golden light to a more purple sort of color, bathing the entire hall in a dimmer, dreamy twilight.

Loddie beckoned her forward, and a path cleared for her down the hall. As she moved, she could see lights further down the hall shift color to match, as though a halo of purple energy was following her.

Something that started as an awkward smile grew step by step into an ear-to-ear grin. There was no doubt in any of their eyes that Margo was a goddess. Well. Demigoddess.

Finally, she stood at the top of an ornate, gold staircase. Below stretched the ballroom, just as she remembered it, though the draconic motif on the floor was obscured by the movement of all kinds of well-dressed people, some with servants in attendance and others not.

As she stood at the top step, the lights in the ballroom too took on the dreamy lighting, casting strange patterns upon the mosaics and marble pillars. All eyes looked up at the fires, then landed on her.