More and more started to arrive on the scene. The energy and excitement fueled Masque into greater and wilder twists and turns. To her delight, her current ‘dance’ partner laughed and rose to the adventure of building the energy, though his expression made it clear he was merely humoring her. A few other wolves started to arrive, their reluctance to join the game clear on their faces as they remained far on the sidelines. Until a red crested woman and creamy brown boy seemed to have something strange pass through them.

Masque stopped her movements for a mere minute, taking into account everything that was going on around them, trying to interpret the situation at hand. Unseen and unknown, she could not make any thoughts on what had transpired between Sekmet and Thoth. She could, however, look at the stone and blood colored girl, and the white and russet-cream boy. The girl, alone in a crowd, seemed curious about joining the gathering. He had approached her, and she seemed about to speak to him but Masque took the tail, and his approach as an open door to zoom over to the couple. Hello! She called to them, before Ripper could pose his question to Mirage. Within earshot, she heard him and laughed gleefully. Because it is fun! Just moving! Masque ran around them, unconsciously seeming to try to herd them into the clearing, to get them to join the play. Even Avtandil stood, waiting patiently to see if she could convince more to act as shameless fools.

The girl ran at least two more laps around the couple, her tongue rolling out of her mouth. Lilac gaze looked over both of them but landed on Ripper and she slid to a halt, her head cocking to and fro like a pendulum. He was intensely interesting to her. She wanted him to come forward and revel in the magic of the world around them, feel the light of the sun and the season on his soul.