Messy Disguises

Featuring: 1848 Feriae, 1860 Evarinya, 744 Fenrin, I119 Cyrenne

Feriae bounced excitedly through the streets of Queensbreak, Fenrin and Evarinya in tow. Fenrin picked his way carefully down the street, eyes looking every which way, and Evarinya seemed sullen yet excited.

One of the things Evarinya was not excited about was being up during the daylight again. Feriae had no issues with it, but Eva wasn’t a fan. Fenrin just hated being in the city proper. Preferring the wildlands of the land surrounding Queensbreak, Fenrin didn’t quite understand Feriae’s joy in the city. He had seen many things, but the young stallion was tired of the same old politics of royalty… even if Khaalida seemed nice.

Feriae however, was in her urban forest, and had a plan in mind. She had gone to Cyrenne about it, and the mare had promised to gather the materials. Now, with Evarinya and Fenrin in tow, Feriae was off to see what they had and ambush her companions with her plan.

“Cyrenne!” Feriae called, entering the small house that Cyrenne called home. Cyrenne’s head poked around the corner.

“Back here, young ones,” Cyrenne said with a secret smile.

Feriae bounced back to the back room, and Fenrin and Eva shared a concerned look. Feriae seemed too pleased with herself for either Quirl’s liking.

Following cautiously, Eva and Fenrin found Feriae and Cyrenne in the middle of swaths of fabric, bits of metal, gemstones and jewels. There was glitter, there was patterns, and Fenrin was officially frightened for his life.

“What is going on,” Fenrin questioned, Eva half hiding behind his back.

Feriae grinned at her companions. “We are making costumes for Samhain!” she said excitedly.

“I have everything you asked for prepped,” Cyrenne said. “If you kids need anything else just let me know,” she added.

As much as Fenrin and Evarinya bulked, both were quickly pulled into Feriae’s schemes. Fabric flowed, outfits were tried on, glitter ended up absolutely everywhere, and somehow both Fenrin and Eva found Riae’s energy infectious. Giggles were had as each tried on funny costumes, trying different combinations. At one point Evarinya ended up splashed in paint, her normally black and purple coat stained with hues of red and gold.

Cyrenne briefly checked in on them, only to find Feriae with a witch hat perched on her antlers, Fenrin wearing a strange gold belt and with a sheet over his head (perched on top of his antlers mind you, completely unable to see where he was going), and Evarinya covered in paint and glitter.

“What do you kids have in mind?” Cyrenne asked with amusement, not at all minding the mess her house had become.

“I’m a witch!” Feriae said excitedly. “Fenrin is going to be a ghost, and well we couldn’t find anything for Eva so shes just… a sparkly space dragon!” Feriae giggled.

Cyrenne shook her head. “Poor Fenrin can’t see, and any proper dragon needs wings and horns!” Cyrenne said with mock scolding.

“Come help, Momma Cyrenne!” Feriae said with a grin and Cyrenne’s chest warmed.

“Alright, where shall we begin?” the mare asked with a smile, and was pulled into the mess of glitter, paint, and costumes for Samhain.