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Devi chuckled. "If I can get away with wearing a "cowboy" costume last year and going to Prom as a unicorn I think you're fine." He still had photos out from both parties. And still got pinched cheeks from his mum for them.

"Perhaps you should be a druidess? An emerald colored cloak and a few trinkets and you've got the part nailed." He grinned, taking another sip of his tea.

"That's not an impolite question at all. I'm a fa'e. All fa'e are different, one of my best friends happens to be a white stag and my girlfriend has purple hands a draconic wings from her back. There are parties we hold. I know I'm helping organize a small thing for Halloween. We're renting a small "village" north of barton to hold a sort of joint celebration. One circle of two will have Day of the Dead and the other, my part, will be a Ren Faire. People will be free to walk betwixt the two to go trick-or-treating. It's going to be amusing seeing as how fa'e are all ages. I'm sure my mother knows a few others in town if you're curious. She doesn't exactly blend with a crowd either."

"That makes sense enough to me. After all, Fa'e are born of dreams and wants for old souls to return. It doesn't seem that unlikely that life could spring from a mirror if it could spawn from what created the likes of me. And we are all quite different, but in a sense also very similar. An interesting duplicity."

He smiled, wondering what other things she might choose to be. "If you'd like, we have a store room of odd outfits at the Hollow. You might find something to your likings there."

The thought of her coming up to join the festivites was not a bad one at all. Rather it seemed good. "I might just take you up on that, though you'd come as a guest. I've babysat a few other fa'e and understand how tiring it can be. Besides, you have to get your own fun in and there are plenty of others about our age that will be atending. I'll make sure there's a place saved for you. The villiage is actually a bunch of little cabins in a sort of figure eight configuration. All have beds and baths and food will be plentiful enough in it's own right. I'll make sure to save you a cabin if you'd like."

The teen smiled and waved a dismissive hand at the apologies. "You dind't invite yourself. I did. So none of that. And I'll save you the cabin next to mine. Fair warning though, it's a true mask with no one showing their face until the end. I might also not appear the same even in bodily form. I've seen a magister about a potion, enough to last a day and a night at a time, to turn me human. So, I'll be bipedal like most of the others, and there fore not so easily found out."

The sun was nice enough, and a tail full of water to flick over himself kept him happy on the bank. It was not so easy for him to dip his toes in the water.

"I hope it lasts too, theough Chaos does try. Still, we keep enough peace in our lives and that can spread like ripples to the whole, don't you think?"

Her last question brought memories to mind. Yes, he did have a path. A path that forked soon but he already knew the path he'd follow. "I do, and the path divides before me and I choose to travel the one best suited to me. I know parts of what will be just by my choices, but the adventure is in the not knowing. The perfect story is the one that keeps you thinking til the end." There was a spark in his eye, very much like the twinkling of a star. There was something both ancient and new in that gilnt.

"I'd love to hear a few. There are too few good storytellers for all the wonderful tales. And if you can find a costume to one of your tales at the Hollow I'll make sure you get it if you'd like. There's too much stored there to begin with."

He thought about her offer. The magister was very good with his work. But taking the potion a few nights in a row would undoubtedly lead to stomach upset at least. "I believe I'll keep you in mind for that. Probably best."

The smile faltered a bit, loosing just a touch of the warmth as he thought abou Chaos. "I don't know what it is to the rest of the world, but I've seen it as an agressive being. It's almost the embodiment of discord. Not often, but enough it does come into the picture. But not enough to really worry me too greatly about the festivities." After last time he'd gotten sharper with his arrows and more controled with his memories. It would not make easy game of him twice.

"Not many do. Don't worry about it. For the event, it's unlikely anything will happen. Best to think about the good while having a store of arrows for the bad. It's a way to keep yourself relatively sane."

The mention of costume hunting made the centaur smile. "Costumes are funny things. We think we're shedding ourselves when we're just putting another facet forward. People are like gems, faceted in ways that can confound in any new light, casting an eternal rainbow of shades and never once repeating."

A sigh of contentment left him. "I am on no one's time but my own, and the only time I rush is when there is a great field to span and a cloud to chase. I have no one to meet and would be more than happy to continue gathering with you if you'll have my company a while longer."

The smile was back full force with a pleasant laugh to boot. "Too true." Giving a mock bow he took her hand as he stood.

At the mention of flashing though he shrugged. "Honestly, I don't get the whole clothes thing. Yeah they're warm when it gets cold out but when I'm like this, in my true form I just don't feel the chill. They're... odd. It's like artificial skin. But if it suits you, the better for you. So long as you don't mind being around a naked centaur I think we'll be fine." It was clear he was trying not to laugh. Not like he had anythign to stare at anyway!

"Thank heavens you have sense!" He did laugh at that, gently lifting the arm Elle dangled from a moment before lightly setting her down again.

His expression took an entirely confused appearance when she started talking about empathy. He understood it and had researched it a while back. Whern she mentioned his "beauty and wit" though his face tinged pink and he looked decidedly embarassed.

"Ah ... well... I guess you could say I have a sort of control over the ground. WHen I stomp down hard, or with a specific intent I can make the earth move in different ways. I know there's something else too but I can't remember what it is yet and the power is playing a rather rude game of hide and seek in my memories."

Chuckling he pulled a small wooden figuring from his stachel as he slung it over his shoulder. "This I made a time ago when I was a child. I understand wood and how it works. Not a magical gift or anything like that, just a talent I like to spend time on." The figurine was of a woman wearing a Greek toga and holding a bow at the ready. On her back a quiver stood full and antlers seemed to sprout from either her headband or her head itself.

He grinned, a bit of color still on his face. "Thank you. Back then I dind't know who she was, now I do. Her name is Artemis. Have you ever heard of her?"

If she had there would be many stories to tell and relate. He took a small amount of pride in his wood crafting. A small chunk of log that no one else saw as useful became a friend of sorts, slowly shedding it's layers to reveal a hidden treasure, only to return to the earth gain someday. A fitting cycle.