|Blue Fire-Fashioned Glory||330||190||378||Caitlyn's Fire: Chance for bonus damage; Extra damage for each unique Blue Fire-Fashioned item owned; Extra damage if the raid timer is below 20%||Current Expeditions|
|Blue Fire-Fashioned Grandeur||330||190||378||Caitlyn's Fire: Chance for bonus damage; Extra damage for each unique Blue Fire-Fashioned item owned; Extra damage if the raid timer is below 20%||Current Expeditions|
|Blue Fire-Fashioned Allure||330||190||378||Caitlyn's Fire: Chance for bonus damage; Extra damage for each unique Blue Fire-Fashioned item owned; Extra damage if the raid timer is below 20%||Retired Expeditions|
|Blue Fire-Fashioned Finery||330||190||378||Current Expeditions|
|Blue Fire-Fashioned Elegance||330||190||378||Current Expeditions|
|Blue Fire-Fashioned Opulence||330||190||378||Current Expeditions|
|Blue Fire-Fashioned Splendor||330||190||378||Current Expeditions|
|Blue Fire-Fashioned Extravagance||330||190||378||Current Expeditions|
|Blue Fire-Fashioned Magnificence||440||250||503||Blue Rider: Chance for bonus damage; Extra damage if the raid timer is below 20%||Current Expeditions|
|Princess Caitlyn||475||250||538||Azure Princess: Chance for bonus damage; Extra damage for each unique piece of Blue Fire-Fashioned equipment owned; Extra damage if the raid timer is below 20%||Current Expeditions|
Full Set Bonus
|Raid Attack Value: 3522.5|
|Duel Power: 2080|
|X. "You look wonderful," Vana whispered.
The other girls echoed her words in a gushing susurration that rustled like their dresses.
"Like a goddess!"
"Half the city's noblemen will court you before the night's out!"
"Oh, I wish I had a quarter of your beauty!"
|XI. "The young ladies of the Silver Staff Magic School!" the master of ceremonies said.
His voice boomed through the great hall and out into the waiting area where they stood two by two like an army of gown-clad soldiers poised to improve a nation's elegance and deportment with a well-behaved invasion.
"Go on, girls!" Mistress Tabitha said. She gestured with her hands as though she were herding geese.
The girls entered the ballroom.
|XII. The prince and princess were on the dais, each sat on a chryselephantine throne that looked glorious, extravagant, and uncomfortable. They brought their hands together in a decorous round of applause as the girls assembled before them and curtseyed.
The prince stopped clapping. He stared at Yolanda instead, who followed his gaze to the bodice of her gown. She blushed once more and averted her eyes. The princess' eyes met hers. Those bright royal orbs rolled and winked. Yolanda tried to suppress her smile.
When the girls broke formation, their presentation complete, Vana slipped beside Yolanda.
"The prince likes you!" she said.
Yolanda could only nod, while hoping that her blushes would tire themselves out and relinquish her face.
|XIII. "This dance, milady?"
The man, who was twice her age, with waxed moustaches and plucked eyebrows, must have decided that nervus silence was akin to consent. For he took Yolanda's hand and swept her onto the dance floor.
She stood on his toes. But he was a veteran of such affairs, and wore reinforced boots. Thus he only smiled beneath the glistening moustaches. He led her around as the musicians played, twirling her this was and that.
Partway through the song, another well-dressed gentleman reached out and snagged her arm.
"If I may cut in?" he said.
|XIV. The man with the waxed moustaches retained Yolanda's right arm and pulled her in one direction. Her new suitor gave her a gentle tug in the other. She began to wonder whether a girl had ever been ripped in two on the dance floor, and whether it would be terribly impolite to bleed on everyone's nice shoes if such a fate befell her.
"The lady is with me, sir!"
"I can see that, sir! But I feel she should be with me!"
The two of them reached for their dress swords, and in doing so released Yolanda. A third dancer took the opportunity to desert his partner, grab Yolanda, and spin her away -- leaving the belligerents to be pulled apart by some of the royal guards.
|XV. Yolanda's head was spinning, and not just figuratively. Her partners' faces became one continuous blur. She couldn't have said how many men she'd danced with, not if her life depended on it.
At last some kind soul deposited her on a chair -- and she let the world wobble its way back to equilibrium.
"Your first ball?" a female voice asked.
Yolanda didn't turn round, lest the world lose its stability again.
"Yes," she replied. "It's... amazing!"
"You're one of the Silver Staff girls? I went there too. A few years ago." The unglimpsed interlocutor paused, and Yolanda somehow knew the girl was biting her lip. "The men liked dancing with you. Do you-"
The brash voice silenced the girl. A man stood before Yolanda, and she found herself staring at a lavish garment that was somehow familiar. Recognition came. She gulped and raised her gaze to the prince's face.
"Don't let my sister monopolize your attentions. She might like to waste away in a corner while everyone else dances, but it's no place for a girl as fair as you"
"Sister?" Yolanda said. Then her mind rested on another word, and the blush returned to her cheeks. "Fair?"
Behind her, the princess snorted. But the prince ignored his sibling and drew Yolanda from her chair.
|XVII. The other dancers parted, yielding the floor to the prince and his chosen companion. Yolanda was certain she was dreaming. But her dreams had never been this fine...
When they were in the middle of the floor, the prince stopped. She gazed into his eyes. Her body grew cold, as though cooled by his ice-blue eyes. His wide ice-blue eyes. His gawping, shocked ice-blue eyes. Someone gasped. It started a trend. Gasps and scandalized moans rippled through the ballroom.
"How dare you! A jest, here? Here?" the prince said. He released her hands.
Yolanda looked down. She was in her undergarments. The dress was gone. She stared this way and that, willing herself to wake up, to understand, to... Her eyes met Vana's. Vana laughed and raised a wine glass in salute. She'd always been a superb illusionist.
|XVIII. "How dare you!" the prince said again. "How-"
"Yolanda!" Mistress Tabitha cried. "How could you? You're expelled! You're... you're..."
There was shouting, there was laughing. And Yolanda had had enough. Her eyes blazed. So did the rest of her. The next gasps were of awe. Flames burst around her, and settled into the shape of a luxurious crimson gown.
"May I have this dance?" a voice asked from behind.
She turned. The princess stood before Yolanda. Her lavish royal dress lay pooled on the floor behind her, cast aside at the feet of gawking aristocrats. She wore a gown of azure flames instead.
Yolanda took her hand. The two of them danced.