There was a slight fluttering and out of the light-speckled darkness of Aeolus erupted seven large black swans, sleek and glossy. They each held the edges of a glowing silver net in their beaks and sitting perfectly poised in the net was Silverskies, but she looked.... very diffrent. Her usual silver-streaked black tresses were replaced with pale blond curls that were swept up into a loose bun, her skin was even paler than usual, so much that it was almost transparent, and she had a perfectly emotionless smile. Her dress was crafted entirely out of glossy black feathers that rippled with iridescent undertones of green, blue, and purple, with a high collar that framed her head and a trailing train that dragged behind her. The goddess wore no jewelry save for a single silver necklace set with dark emeralds and polished pieces of obsidian. But when the black swans touched down, she silently rose from the silver net and with a bright smile, spun in a flare of black towards Xavier. Silverskies stopped abruptly a few feet away from him, her appearance already back to a kind of normal. She wore a simple, but elegant white lace dress with long sleeves, a train, and no back. Her hair, now just a bright dusky silver, fell down her back and her skin returned to normal.
"You did say to wear something that stopped you dead in your tracks," she smiled, walking up to him as her white heels clicked on the balcony's floor.