Cantarella: The Masks » Places

         

Draven Rineheart

Finally he was out of that dreadfully over-decorated ballroom. It felt like Draven could breathe at last as he tore the extravagant mask from his face. Really, a masquerade – there was nothing more foolish. People were easily recognized by their voice and their mannerisms. Covering the face hid nothing. It was simply another source of irritation. He wasn’t fond of the idea of carrying such a useless object around all day, so Draven instead carelessly cast it over his shoulder as he walked. Who cared where it landed?

Frankly put, the demon was bored… very bored. The palace was pretty and luxurious and all, for sure, but there was very little he could actually enjoy within its walls. Perhaps he should go search for a raven? That seemed an appropriately entertaining course of action for him, but just as Draven was about to do so, he heard a clear tone call out, “You’re Loki’s brother, right?”

Oh how he hated being called that angel’s brother… Although Draven often called the angel such to annoy him, the demon was also greatly irritated by reference to their relation. He immediately looked up, searching for the offender. Then he spotted her in the distance – a slight young girl… a person he most certainly hadn’t expected. Loki’s fiancé… how interesting. What was her name again…? Even though he couldn’t quite recall, he pulled on a smile and waved to the girl.

“Yes – but do call me Draven,” he called across to her. What route did he have to take to get to the short girl’s window again? Really, he couldn’t quite recall her full name… he hadn’t thought it necessary to remember it. ’Miku…?’ Her surname completely escaped him. “If I recall correctly, you’re Miku,” he said, ignoring the fact that he might be being a little too familiar with her. Honestly, he didn’t really care.