Friday Night/Saturday Morning - Davian and Ambriel OPEN
As Ambriel stumbled, Davian snickered and glanced back, "Watch where you're going, grace? You're going to sprain an ankle and Hell if I'm carrying you out of here." He looked up at the branches of the trees, thinking they might obscure more than just the moon, but even the angel's flight if he tried to spread his wings and fly away. It was all so delicious, really. Davian was enjoying this immensely.
"And why should I show it to a teacher? I found it. It's mine." he didn't want to admit that he didn't know what it was, not with Ambriel demanding he tell him. Instead, he pulled the skin out in front of him and flapped it out like airing a pillowcase. "It's a... disguise. Yeah. Like a hat." he put it on his head and tied it like a bandanna as best he could.