As per usual, Xavier is having a hard time leaving the mirror this evening. Oh well, fashionably late is fine. Just one last glance at his reflection and THEN he’ll go (this is, like, the third or fourth “one last glance,” at least). He cuts a dashing silhouette if he does say so himself. In forest green, with matching mask and flower crown, he looks like a business elf. A sylvan CEO. Zav very strongly feels that his name tonight should be Lysander Oakleaf, Esq. Some idle part of his brain takes the cue to run off and begins statting an elven lawyer-bard for the next D&D campaign and it’s a solid 45 seconds before he can wrangle himself back to reality.

Before he heads out the door, Zav moves a few strands of hair so that they fall over his mask. Roguish. Noice.

Xavier is not making much of an effort to hide his identity. His fellow Ribbonfin senior boys have probably seen his mask, already.