Deet honestly has no idea what Halloween is, and has been too afraid to ask. She's seen the decorations go up and the costumes on sale, but she doesn't keep much in the way of money, and she certainly doesn't spend much of what she has, so it's all been nice to watch from a distance, but of limited interest.
Still, she knows a lot of the angels will be attending this party, and that's reason enough for her to at least peek in. Unsure what to wear, she simply shows up in a silk dress Alex designed for her for daily wear, and a little crown woven of glow-moss and iridescent beetle's wings. She always wears the cloak Thnisko gave her, though, and it's even more essential now that the weather is cold.
Her breath steams in the air as she wanders the wooded paths and the fields around the bonfires. It's not until people begin changing that she starts feeling strange. It feels like being a string on a kite, she thinks, except the string is her body and the kite is something so far beyond the physical she has no name for it. She feels like if she looked up into the night sky, she could see herself spread across it like purple lightning. It must be the Darkening doing something, she assumes, and hastily tries to withdraw from the more populated areas in the gathering, afraid of hurting someone accidentally.
When she moves, though, she becomes aware that her wings are bigger, heavier and darker. Stretching them out, she can see the cloak itself has fused with them, making them immense, elegant sculpted forms of inky feathers and diaphenous purple panes, like living stained glass. The purple glows. So does her skin, luminous in the dark, between blue and violet.
Well, she didn't mean to cosplay as Death, but the magic of the evening seems to have made an aesthetic decision without her input, blending some part of her with her dearest friend's power and influence.
Trick or Treat
Still, she knows a lot of the angels will be attending this party, and that's reason enough for her to at least peek in. Unsure what to wear, she simply shows up in a silk dress Alex designed for her for daily wear, and a little crown woven of glow-moss and iridescent beetle's wings. She always wears the cloak Thnisko gave her, though, and it's even more essential now that the weather is cold.
Her breath steams in the air as she wanders the wooded paths and the fields around the bonfires. It's not until people begin changing that she starts feeling strange. It feels like being a string on a kite, she thinks, except the string is her body and the kite is something so far beyond the physical she has no name for it. She feels like if she looked up into the night sky, she could see herself spread across it like purple lightning. It must be the Darkening doing something, she assumes, and hastily tries to withdraw from the more populated areas in the gathering, afraid of hurting someone accidentally.
When she moves, though, she becomes aware that her wings are bigger, heavier and darker. Stretching them out, she can see the cloak itself has fused with them, making them immense, elegant sculpted forms of inky feathers and diaphenous purple panes, like living stained glass. The purple glows. So does her skin, luminous in the dark, between blue and violet.
Well, she didn't mean to cosplay as Death, but the magic of the evening seems to have made an aesthetic decision without her input, blending some part of her with her dearest friend's power and influence.