Re: Open
Angel moved about during the party, taking notice of costumes and the different voices among the guests. She couldn't see faces and that made her imagination ran wild as she pictured different faces and expressions in her mind. It was fun.
In her mind, the man wearing the devil mask was nice and had gentle eyes. She had no idea who he was but he could be nice as far as she knew. She noticed the way he touched the girl with black dress and red feather mask. It seemed a soft touch, filled with care, at least from where Angel was standing. The Carrion girl could be wrong on that matter but that was not important. It was her imagination and she could come up with any scenarios she wanted.
Angel stopped near a tree and took a sip of the glass of moonshine drink she got on the River Runners' stand. It tasted good...well it was her third already so she couldn't really taste or feel all that much right now.
"This is gonna be the last," she told herself with a hiccup. Angel laughed at herself lightly and then covered her mouth slightly as another hiccup came.