This female incarnation of Poseidon, God of the sea, walked in proud and tall with her barnacled trident in hand. She stopped and giggled for a moment, failing to maintain the dignity that such God should have. Or in her case, Goddess. She could have gone as Amphitrite, the Sea-Goddess, but she wanted to do Poseidon, gender be damned.

So she strode toward the Great Hall in a costume befitting the goddess herself would be proud of. First off, she loved her dress. Bright Aquamarine on top, the color faded the further down the dress it went. The dress barely dusted the floor and was thick-strapped and loose, giving it a flowy, airy look. An overlay of fishnet was wrapped around the skirt interspersed with shells, starfish, and clams attached to it.

Her shoes were mid-heeled blue, the same fading aquamarine as the dress. It was covered, like the netting, in shells and barnacles and all manner of trinkets from the sea.

For her hair, it was up in a messy hairstyle. Seaweed weaved in and out of it and a starfish and shell crown topped it. Poseidon had had a lot of fun making that. The whole costume had been fun to make. And it made her proud to walk into the great all before she was sprinting off of a second later to see everything there was to do.