The crescent-shaped moon hovered low in the sky, draping a silvery glow over the ancient stone bridge that spanned the Ancesgon river. Valda, Prudence and Mildred received a mask at the entrance before approaching the gracefully arched bridge like wanderers stepping into a new realm.
The sounds of laughter and music serenaded the air, and they casually slipped their masks on.
"Hey, are you still worried about not getting your bag?" Mildred inquired from the quiet Prudence, and she shook her head, the lingering anxiety she once felt dissipating into the night air.
She crossed her arms and said, "I don't want to have anything relating to the Salvatore's royal family taste. They can have the bag for all I care, I'll get a different one another day, a better one even." her voice was laced with determination, and she no longer minded it, because whatever happened today had made master Eryx notice her, even if it was for a minute.