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[~echo~]

Adreif felt sick about his father... suddenly, he felt that he had seen his father for the last time.

[CrimsonMoon]

Honor disappears back into the strange room, the lock click seeming to echo

[~echo~]

(Timeskip?)

[CrimsonMoon]

(Yup)

-TIME . SKIP-

The day passed quickly and uneventfully, Soon sunset came as did the Masquerade. Seeming specifically designed for Stormhaven's blending in.

Monica sat in one of the curtained off areas near the dance floor, she wore a gentle silver dress and her black hair was braided back beautifully, she wore the mask of what looked like spreading angel wings and waited... Waited for her special someone

[~echo~]

Two hands covered her eyes and a small smile formed on his lips. "Guess who," he murmured in her ear.

[CrimsonMoon]

Monica blinks slowly and whispers back," Honor?" She teases softly, her gentle hands clasping over his

[~echo~]

"Guess again," he whispered, laughing in her ear. His breath was warm.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Mom? Aunt Halle? Frances? Stormhaven? No..." She giggles, her hands holding his lightly as she grins

[~echo~]

He smiled and took his hands off, then sat next to her. "Hello, Monica."

[CrimsonMoon]

She immediately hugs him, kissing both his cheeks multiple times," Hello, Stormhaven," she purrs, smiljng brightly, her blue eyes sparkling beneath the mask

[~echo~]

"How are you?" he asked with a smile, pleased that she was kissing him.

[CrimsonMoon]

" I'm very well, and you?" She chirps excitedly, grinjing brightly

[~echo~]

"I am grand," he said with a happy smile. Being around Monica always made him happy.