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[CrimsonMoon]

Monica smiles brightly and giggles," Adwoaf... What a lovely name..." She looks up and raises her hands to her own mask,"... May i take this off or would you like us both to remain mysterious?"

[~echo~]

Adreif smiled mysteriously at her. "I'd prefer to keep my face hidden," he said with a sly wink.

[CrimsonMoon]

The young woman laughs in a voice as clear and beautiful as bells, motioning for him to sit near her," Adwoaf, you're unusually kind for a merchant... Is it an act or genuine?"

[~echo~]

Adreif sat next to her, shrugging. "I should hope it isn't an act; If it is, I wasn't aware that I was an actor," he joked playfully.

[CrimsonMoon]

Monica smiles and leans toward him with a smirk," Oh mystery man Awoaf, how should I know?" She reaches out and gently places a soft hand on his cheek," Maybe your true face is a mask as well... One fcade after another..."

[~echo~]

"Perhaps," he consented with an air of playfulness. "Perhaps I am just an illusion, a figment of your imagination!"

[CrimsonMoon]

" a man of wax that i created in my own lonely musings~" she sighs poetically, seeming to have moved slightly closer as her thumb strokes his cheek," or maybe... You are a restless ghost... Seeking a life which you never truely had..."

[~echo~]

Noticing the time, which was precisely midnight, Adreif smiled slyly. "Perhaps. You might never know," he grinned, standing. "But now I must leave."

[CrimsonMoon]

Monica looks faintly suprised but smiles at him gently," That means you won't accept a good bye kiss from me, if you're in such a hurry?" She muses quietly, slipping her mask off and smiling at him with her wonderful green eyes

[~echo~]

Adreif smiled and stepped a bit closer. "I wouldn't say no to just one," he said.

[CrimsonMoon]

Monica smiles brightly and places her mask on the love seat before standing, taking his hand and standing up a bit straight," I apologize we couldn't spend more time together... Please visit again, Adwoaf," she murmurs with a tiny smile. Her lips pressing against his for a breif and lovely moment

[~echo~]

After their kiss, Adreif smiled and walked off to find Rorik.

[CrimsonMoon]

Monica smiles and sighs softly, replacing her mask and once more disappearing into the crowd.

Rorik stood with Jax near a darkened patio, his mask a full faced bull but his red hair easily made him recognizable," Ready?" He glances at Adreif as he approaches

[~echo~]

Adreif smiled and nodded. "Was that fun or what?"

[CrimsonMoon]

Rorik just chuckles and leads the way out," Let's go then, we still haven't messed it up..

[~echo~]

~T.I.M.E.S.K.I.P.~

The next morning, Adreif awoke at the crack of dawn and clothed himself in his nicest clothes. He had already given his party clothes and mask back to Jax. He clipped his sword back onto his belt and walked outside and towards the Capulet house.

[CrimsonMoon]

His father was snoring away contently on another cot, wrapped in a ragged blanket... He would wake soon, always at the same time.

When he reached the large wall surrounding the manor, a large gate blocked him frkm the large garden that seemed to slowly become open meadow around the manor. Near the East wall, a figure looked as if they were dancing with a small pack of puppies bouncing at their feet...

[~echo~]

Adreif looked up at the wall and then noticed the figure. He hesitated shyly and then walked over to the person. "Ah, excuse me. I need a way in the manor... I'm supposed to be applying for a job forging for Lord Capulet."

[CrimsonMoon]

The puppies had piled on top of the person, couting almost eleven brown and black wiggling butts and yips. The figure pushes up... Familiar bright green-blue eyes look up at him and messy redish blonde hair covers her face.

Honor laughs breathlessly, pushing a puppy muzzle away gently from her face," o-oh? Why do ya need to get in?" She asks in the most peasant-like voice... Se didn't even seem like an Aiahar

[~echo~]

He bit his lip and smiled at the puppies before looking back at Honor. "I am applying for a job forging for Lord Capulet," he said, keeping the fact that he knew that he was her father. One might think she was just a servant off duty.