Masque’s pearled golden mask lit up at the mention of Dragonfly’s name! She knew the wolf and her mother had been close friends, their band traveling together and seeking shelter when the world grew unkind. They had entertained and laughed and loved. Both of them had embodied the spirit of the freefolk and now Masque ran to give the body life! She was overjoyed at finding another, though he did not say he was a gypsy, held true to the roaming ideas. Masque could not possibly read his mind, but she latched onto his words as if they were all that created reality. Ame, his name was, was a brave adventurer! He would help save the innocents from the cruelty of the world.

Ame! Brave adventurer! I am Masque! Daughter of Taika, Queen of the Freeland Fairies. She raced around the nobleman, excited at having found another brave soul. We should find the fairies and free them! Mother has been looking for her Prince, and has lost….something… we could find it for her! Maybe if we find and free the spirits holding it all captive!

She was terrible at taking ‘no’ for an answer, even if he had tried to tell her. Determined to be helpful to the world and to her mother, she already set off down the nearest trail she could find. Never knowing really where she was going she was excited to see where she would end up. Pausing for just a moment, she looked behind her at Ame, her tail wagging. What kind of balance? She asked randomly, an afterthought on her tongue. How do you know when things are not balanced?