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The maskerade is in the open night, in a glen deep in the Atrian forest, where magic hangs thickly in the air. Decorations, from gold ornaments to rare flowers speckle the glen. The moon moves from under the cloud, the festival of Midsummer's Night has begun!

"It's hard to crash a party when there isn't one," sighed Puck mournfully as he walked up beside Amalthea. He had dressed up as a raven. He looked at Amalthea's costume.
"What are you supposed to be? A cloud?"

Seraphine strolled into the celebration. It was an easy feat to create her fallen seraphim costume with a snap of her fingers. In her pretentious ivory robes that graced the landscape with every step she made, she took notice of her one white wing. It was a fake wing - not like the usually onyx colored ones she has. She displayed a simple iris flower in her ear to describe that she still is a grim reaper and not of the pure angel folk.

She was annoyed with the mask she had as it's feathers kept on straying into her nostrils. She would sneeze occasionally, only to rip off the feathers in a rage. For now she had a white mask with one white wing - bloodied as it may be.

"Good afternoon," began Seraphine. "I see you have an angel costume as well." She nodded towards Amalthea with her staff (that was actually her scythe). "Nice chicken costume, Puck."

Seraphine slapped her palm to her forehead.

"I mean, swan costume, nice swan costume," repeated Seraphine as she waved her staff around with her hand gestures. "So, what are we going to do at the midsummer's night ball?"

Puck glared at Seraphine.
"You are soooo lucky I didn't 'dress-up' as a dragon," he answered.

Seraphine eyed at Puck, furrowing her eyebrows.

"And I'm an angel of death," muttered Seraphine. She got close to Puck and snapped her fingers. "And as quick as that, you could lose your soul."

She whirled around towards Almathea again and lightly smiled.

"So, a banquet? Yummeh!" grinned Seraphine.

Valarra enters the area silently, though her black gown made her stick out quite nicely. She shifts the body of her gown a bit, as she was much more accustomed to loose robes. Passing a small pond, she casts a look at her reflection, smiling slightly. Though it may have been uncomfortable for her, the gown suited her well, bringing out her normally hidden curves. Her silver hair was down, as always, as it was hard to make it stay up properly. Her red eyes move to see a few fellow elves she didn't know, but she was know quite concious of how pale she was. She adjusts one of her black wings slightly, they weren't very big, as she didn't want them to be a hazard. She wears a small mask, merely a black outline around her eyes, as she had no idea what else would work for a fallen angel. She sits on a bench, once again asking herself why she had come.

Seraphine glanced at Puck who was stumbling about towards the musicians. He seemed to suddenly glower at her, mumbling along.

"Anything the matter?" inquired Seraphine.