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Brooke sighs and leans her head to the side, resting it on Ophio’s soft shoulder.  The air is filled with the delicate hum of a harp and the occasional, hauntingly beautiful notes of a flute. Colors are rich and vibrant, with spectacular outfits and decorations in deep greens, purples, golds, and silvers. There’s the scent of blooming flowers and the subtle hint of incense weaving through the air.  ...

Knock, knock, knock. “Come in!”  Haruspex pushed open the heavy wooden door to Mercy’s private office, closing it softly behind him as the nun looked up from their paperwork. “Oh, Father Haruspex, hello.”  Haruspex returned their soft smile. “Forgive me for interrupting, Mercy. I was wondering if Angora had...

Wolfsbane laughed at a joke another bun had told, tail flicking happily. He was a bit nervous to come to the Fairy Masquerade by himself, but he’d had a few glasses of champagne and was starting to get into the groove. Of course, Wolfsbane would’ve been happier at his own manor, with more of his close friends in attendance, but this would have to do. He lifted his glass to take another sip before realizing that it was already empty.  ...

My, what a deep sigh seemed to resonate from within the otherwise quiet garden. While Mynte would be lying if they said they hadn’t had any kind of fun attending the Fairy Masquerade, they really were only able to handle actually being inside, in the ballroom, for short bursts at a time. Sure it was some kind of fun watching others ...

I look stupid.  Six was staring at himself in the bathroom mirror, scowling. He’d been given a box and an envelope yesterday and sent home without further ado; inside the envelope had been a summary of the mission he was undertaking tonight along with an invitation to the Fairy Masquerade that had been the talk of Burrowgatory all month. And inside the box was a custom...