Blue Horned Mask
Half-hoping he wouldn’t be acknowledged at all, he snagged at a cookie at the far end of the table, and intended to blur and blend back into the surroundings and crowd. Amidst a world of colors and hues, feathers and frivolities, he was certain he could stick to shadows, and simply circumvent and circle around individuals.
But it wasn’t to be. From behind his mask his eyes widened, staring at the red panda facade and its wide cheeks; half tempted to laugh. Uncertain what to do with the bow, or anything at all in this situation, the deep rumble of his voice pinpointed back. “That depends on what you have in mind.” For he was a man of boundaries and some manner of morals, as his teeth closed down over the dessert with a satisfying crunch.
Half-hoping he wouldn’t be acknowledged at all, he snagged at a cookie at the far end of the table, and intended to blur and blend back into the surroundings and crowd. Amidst a world of colors and hues, feathers and frivolities, he was certain he could stick to shadows, and simply circumvent and circle around individuals.
But it wasn’t to be. From behind his mask his eyes widened, staring at the red panda facade and its wide cheeks; half tempted to laugh. Uncertain what to do with the bow, or anything at all in this situation, the deep rumble of his voice pinpointed back. “That depends on what you have in mind.” For he was a man of boundaries and some manner of morals, as his teeth closed down over the dessert with a satisfying crunch.
