A party where everyone was meant to be disguised? That was just the kind of thing Disapora looked forward to. So, of course, she was one of the first to arrive, dressed in an elaborate cloak of feathers with a matching mask perched upon her face. Both were various shades of blue and sparkling, to match her mist, which she'd heightened for the occasion. Beneath it all, one could hardly tell she was a serval, just that she was small and perhaps feline. She'd purred when she'd seen herself in the river's reflection. This was a rogue's dream, and with food provided at that.
Once there were enough people to mingle with, the serval slinked down from the tree she'd been in to join in the merriment. She went around the crowd, complimenting outfits and noting what shiny objects there were to steal later when the happiness and ale made everyone oh so sleepy and susceptible. The twilight sun gleamed off of her prospects gorgeously, and the music was delightful. Altogether, she was as happy as a thief could be. She placed herself by the food, nibbling on the rodents provided every few moments, body language open as she waited to find out who she would approach first. Or, perhaps, who would approach her...
Once there were enough people to mingle with, the serval slinked down from the tree she'd been in to join in the merriment. She went around the crowd, complimenting outfits and noting what shiny objects there were to steal later when the happiness and ale made everyone oh so sleepy and susceptible. The twilight sun gleamed off of her prospects gorgeously, and the music was delightful. Altogether, she was as happy as a thief could be. She placed herself by the food, nibbling on the rodents provided every few moments, body language open as she waited to find out who she would approach first. Or, perhaps, who would approach her...