What could a fox possibly wear to a ball? Of course, there'd be a mask in some way, shape or form, but how would a fox wear a mask? Snow pondered and pondered and, after scowering the kingdom for an answer, was in distress at not finding an answer. Dejected and defeated, Snow returned to her home woods where the other fairy foxes roam and sighed. Returning to the mystic lake by her den, she slumped and looked at her vibrant pink reflection in the water. She wished. The fox wished for more than anything, more than life, than the moon she so often romped and played under that she could be human and attend the ball properly. Of course, she could go just as she was, but the fairy couldn't possibly be seen. If she couldn't dance, dine, and enjoy the company of others, why would she even go?

Another long sigh and a tear rolling down her muzzle, dropped into the river. The thing about fairy's tears are that they are just as magical as the being themselves are. All of the emotion, all of the power in the fairy-fox's wish was poured into the lake and, from deep within, the wish came true. With a blindingly bright flash of light, Snow was thrown back and away from the lake as her form was changed! The fairy stood, tenatively, unsure of exactly what was going on. As she looked down, however, through her magenta pink hair that now cascaded over the side of her face, she saw, not paws, but hands on the ground before her. She looked down and gave a shriek! That was certainly not fur! Whipping her head around, she looked over her shoulders and still saw her perfectly beautiful tails still curling into their delicate heart shape behind her. Giving a sigh of relief, she felt her ears lay back down flat against her head. It seems as though her wishing had taken away only a bit of her being. Creeping back towards the river, she looked at her appearance once more, smiling at the rather human-esk appearance she had! It seems as though Snow would go to the ball after all! She stood, placing her hands on her hips as her tails swished behind her happily. But now, was the real question. How could she get into town alone now that she was wearing, well, nothing.

She whispered once more to the water, a quiet call, a call of the fox that could be heard throughout all of the wood's mythical creatures. She asked for help to construct a gown that would be the marvel of the entire mystical forest. The moon answered and offered her the sparkling stars that shined the brightest in the sky; the griffin offered his luxurious feathers that would accent even the most gentle of a curves; the imps playfully weaved the largest Cyprus leaves in tantalizing layers; nymphs grew elegant vines and ivy that seemed to bind the entire outfit together; mermaids offered beads and gems that were once lost to the depths of the endless sea; and last, but not least, the lake itself gave the ripples from a waterfall to the mask, crafting the most elegant swirls that would cover half of the fox's new face.

Once pieced together, the fox could barely recognize herself. The gown was truly the most beautiful thing she had ever seen and it was made for her by all of her friends in the mystic woods. The curve of the gown was cute and sweet, with only a single strap of ivy curling about her body and form. It wrapped around the top of the sweetheart neck line and over her shoulder before crossing down along the center of the front and snaking back around her waist. The ivy seemed to nearly glow from the starlight gems that embraced her so gently. The occasional feather accented the silver ivy and gathered in a flower-like shape at her hip, pulling each cyprus leaf into a sweet gather before sprawling out in a sweet pleated skirt appearance. The back was left open aside from the ivy along her shoulder-blades and her tails were barely freed from the top. Her hands were graced in the similar ivy that gave her beautiful long gloves that grew into the ruff of ivy at her chest. Her fingers, however, were left free, showing off her sweet deep magenta claws at the ends of each finger. For shoes, the vines grew from the ground and wrapped up her thighs before giving her free footed support letting the fox move as free and clear as if she were on her own surefooted paws. Finally, as though the lake had know the exact shape the dress would take, it mimicked the natural curves and styles to make the mask. It weaved the silver ripples of the lake over and under into beautiful accents and, with the help of the griffon's feathers, made the elegant half mask.

Snow gave a twirl and spread her arms, thanking each and every one of them for their generosity and accents. Now that she was properly dressed, Snow turned to approach the kingdom once more. However, the friends who helped her cried for her to stop. The fox faced them, curious and confused. The gathering of mystical creatures reminded her that she'd forgotten the most essential piece. Snow pondered long and hard about what could possibly be missing. She had her invitation, she had the gown, she had the mask... what could possibly be wrong? She gave another turn as if to examine herself before the mythical creatures spoke of her own addition. Smiling at how obvious the answer was, Snow raised one hand high above her head and let the beautiful fairy dust fall down about her. A train from along the low swoop of the back gathered at the sides of her hips seemed to be nearly invisible aside from the gentle sheer shimmer that graced behind her.


Now, it was perfect. Snow raced back to the kingdom, now finding her appearance both suitable and elegant. With invitation in hand, Snow approached the castle, her tails and train trailing out behind her.