Red Panda Mask
The variety of masks, and the clear quality of their craft, is a balm on her nerves. While socializing is fun, the refuge's powers make her feel strangely bereft, and the anonymity of it all is more intimidating than exciting. Still, she chooses a cutely smiling, thick-cheeked mask to try and emulate the creature's positivity.
It's strange to see her hair be a different color as it falls over her shoulders in front of her, a stark ivory that she can't help but privately admire. Nobody is really...mingling yet though? Though she's not much of a drinker, she plucks a dainty flute from a collection of bubbling beverages and swallows half of it in one go, eyes scanning the crowd before diving right in. Alright, who has the most opposite vibe of her happily smiling mask? Normally she'd say the dragons, but the strangely demonic blue mask is downright frightening. Not an animal, but she'll take it; target acquired.
Swanning over and using her newfound anonymity to her advantage, the red panda woman smiles and bows in a distinctly masculine manner, ivory curls spilling everywhere. "Want to kick this shindig off? You'd think the anonymity would mean some bravery, but clearly it's a little lacking today." And if she can do one thing, it's talk.
The variety of masks, and the clear quality of their craft, is a balm on her nerves. While socializing is fun, the refuge's powers make her feel strangely bereft, and the anonymity of it all is more intimidating than exciting. Still, she chooses a cutely smiling, thick-cheeked mask to try and emulate the creature's positivity.
It's strange to see her hair be a different color as it falls over her shoulders in front of her, a stark ivory that she can't help but privately admire. Nobody is really...mingling yet though? Though she's not much of a drinker, she plucks a dainty flute from a collection of bubbling beverages and swallows half of it in one go, eyes scanning the crowd before diving right in. Alright, who has the most opposite vibe of her happily smiling mask? Normally she'd say the dragons, but the strangely demonic blue mask is downright frightening. Not an animal, but she'll take it; target acquired.
Swanning over and using her newfound anonymity to her advantage, the red panda woman smiles and bows in a distinctly masculine manner, ivory curls spilling everywhere. "Want to kick this shindig off? You'd think the anonymity would mean some bravery, but clearly it's a little lacking today." And if she can do one thing, it's talk.
