She stood over fourteen feet tall Goober surmised. He had fallen in love with her instantly. There were thirty-three attendants trailing behind, some who mimed a slow and oddly stepped dance, some who played music, and others to carry her dress. The shimmering fabric of it floated about her and changed its colour, shifting from violet to an etherial blue - and patterned all over were frothy clouds that moved, just like the panorama of a sky would do.
Pea-sized diamonds draped her fine white neck, as a cascade of stars - each, a compounded Planet - one that had passed away many eons before - now she wore on her person. Her hair was raven black and swept atop her head and from her bare shoulders bulged two small wings, folded in.
She carried a golden sceptre that had balanced upon it a diamond the size of a goose egg. It was shaped and polished smoothly, and said to be made from the carbon of those lost to the damning of the court - their sum total now remaining. It would throw a fiery light out from it here and there, flashing intrusively into the eyes of the bystanders who caught its glimmer unawares.
She sat not far from the three, beside a raised dais that held two enormous saucers of silver. Her attendants took places behind her. Peering more closely Goober could now see that they were only children.
No sooner had she sat down did her dress darken to black and once again and the hall fell to shadow.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series
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