[Truth be told, Erichthonios is curious as to why a pegasos would react poorly to the boy in particular... though true though it may be, standing back and allowing the boy to be harmed is unconscionable.
So, while Nico exits the carriage on the one side, Erichthonios gingerly extracts himself from the other, moving towards the pegasi to soothe them; he's quite accustomed to dangerous creatures by this point. And these ones are far tamer in comparison -- one would not have very much luck in tying a pegasos of Elpis to a carriage! They are free-spirited creations, unlike to allow just anyone to ride.
Running a hand along the equine's side, murmuring to the creatures as the fairy godmother does her work, he aware on some level that a change of attire is taking place from overhearing the assessment.
Yet he does not quite grasp just how much of a change it is until he lifts his head.]
...Ah. So this ball is one in which people wear masks?
[Stepping away from the pegasi, he reaches for his own, in the process of lifting it to his face as the fairy godmothers turn their attention to him.
Drab. Much too drab. Such is their ruling as they assess his garb, the nearest one giving him a good glancing over.
A flick of the wand has all the detailing of his attire -- the design upon his mask, the embroidery and cords of his robes -- turn to gold.
So shocked is Erichthonios that his mouth drops open, the tall man registering the changes with mild alarm even as the fairy godmother continues to critique his appearance, the words not enough filling him with dread.]
Injured my hand a little bit, so I may be slow with the long tags
So, while Nico exits the carriage on the one side, Erichthonios gingerly extracts himself from the other, moving towards the pegasi to soothe them; he's quite accustomed to dangerous creatures by this point. And these ones are far tamer in comparison -- one would not have very much luck in tying a pegasos of Elpis to a carriage! They are free-spirited creations, unlike to allow just anyone to ride.
Running a hand along the equine's side, murmuring to the creatures as the fairy godmother does her work, he aware on some level that a change of attire is taking place from overhearing the assessment.
Yet he does not quite grasp just how much of a change it is until he lifts his head.]
...Ah. So this ball is one in which people wear masks?
[Stepping away from the pegasi, he reaches for his own, in the process of lifting it to his face as the fairy godmothers turn their attention to him.
Drab. Much too drab. Such is their ruling as they assess his garb, the nearest one giving him a good glancing over.
A flick of the wand has all the detailing of his attire -- the design upon his mask, the embroidery and cords of his robes -- turn to gold.
So shocked is Erichthonios that his mouth drops open, the tall man registering the changes with mild alarm even as the fairy godmother continues to critique his appearance, the words not enough filling him with dread.]
S-Surely this is enough!