The glow of the sunset was a fiery shade of orange as it spilled through the single high window of the twins' bedchamber. Violet had already brushed out her hair and was braiding it again. She could see Ilse fiddling with the stiffened gold lace of one of her circlets.
"Honestly, sister. What are you doing? You've been wrangling with that circlet for an hour." Violet frowned dubiously.
Ilse giggled as she looked up from sitting on the bed. "Making a costume, of course."
"How in the world is that a costume?"
Holding up the circlet, Ilse explained, "What's a woodland ball without at least some animal ears?" She had twisted and pinched the lace to form a pair of small pointy ears.
Even Violet had to admit it looked rather cute.
"I plan to be a little fox tonight. Do you want me to do the same to one of your lace circlets?" Ilse asked.