"To be human is to make mistakes."
Dirty Paws | Of Monsters and Men
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"Good morning," Zinnia took the bag and lifted up Yue's handing it to her. Inside, as promised, was the fairy costume. "I picked this out because I thought bright colors would be a pleasant change." Yue's wardrobe was comprised of dark colored robes, which was fine, but Zinnia wanted to see Yue wear something a bit more lighthearted. The witch looked inside of the garment bag, her eyes widening. Then, unexpectedly, she laughed. A rare sound from the witch that almost seemed emotionless at times. "I suppose you've reached that chapter in the History of Magic then?" Of course Zinnia knew of Riven Seylum, the name struck fear into the hearts of many. To young witches, however, she was more of a story meant to keep mages in line.
Zinnia stripped right there in the living room, not minding of course because they had all already seen her in the nude. She pulled the costume on, Blithe coming over to tie it in the back. "Well? How does it look?" Zinnia inquired, turning in a slow circle for them to see. "I think it looks good!" Blithe giggled, it was nice to see Zinnia acting her age rather than as the mature witch she pretended to be all the time. "Mumino," Zinnia cast, an enchanted mirror appearing to show her, her reflection. "I have to admit Yue, it looks good." Zinnia smiled as the mirror dissipated. The festivities went on all day for Hallow's Eve, until late in the evening when the costume contest and dancing was held in the town square, a mana feast for all.
It was nice, to wear a costume, to put aside her worries, even if it was only for a day and pretend to be a normal witch once more. What had she been doing this time last year? Zinnia couldn't even remember, it had been such a whirlwind. Was that when Acacia had spirited her away to the human realm? Using Zinnia's body for her own pleasure. Or maybe that was when Zinnia and Yue had been taken by the demons? In any case, this small amount of peace was pleasant. "We should eat breakfast and make our way to Market, I am most certain that Alty is having a fit by now." Still, she did not mind making them wait. Zinnia had not been out in public for a very long time. Her house arrest had only been lifted the day Claris went missing and Zolair appeared. Zinnia had not ventured out after that.
In a sense, it was almost like she was making her debut. She was nervous of course, as one might be when they had been away from home for so long that they began to forget what it was like. What would people say when they saw her? Her two toned hair, the wings on her back. Surely they would stare. Even among the costumed and masked, Zinnia would still stand out. Zinnia sat at the table, smoothing down the creases in her skirt. It was a meticulously crafted costume and Zinnia could only imagine the amount of time Mevia had put into making it.