CelesteCeleste sat on her pedestal. it had just gone dusk and she waited for a sign that the clubs were opening. she jumped off of her pedestal and removed the cover, beneath was a special place were she kept her dress and jewelry. her family wouldn't like it that she hid these form them, but Cel didn't care. what did it matter that those old people didn't know she could fly, or that she went down to the other creatures every night. she slipped on the dress, put the piercings into her wing and fastened her bracelets and ankle bands (?). she picked up her latest treasure, black lipstick, witch she carefully applied. after putting her makeup and other stuff back in the hole and replacing the lid on her secret stash, Celeste let herself drop backwards off the face of the big cathedral the gargoyles had made their home. halfway down, she made a showy somersault and opened her wings. she let herself glide the rest of the way to her favorite club.