Location: Maze Open To: Anyone
Just like last year, Skylar dropped his usual obligations to help out with the Fyre Festival. He much would rather hang ornaments and decorate the streets than sit in some alpha's boring office space filing paperwork. Besides, as a renowned practitioner of the arcane arts — he was inclined to partake in all of the town's pagan holidays. The celebrations were fun to be a part of as well. Skylar didn't think he'd have so much fun riding a bull. At least, not the kind with horns and hooves. He's encountered enough of those in the last couple of weeks to last a lifetime. Yet despite the jovial revelry and merriment, something sat heavy in his heart. Skylar wasn't a shifter, nor did he particularly worship the goddess their community worshipped. The borrower witch saw no benefit in offering his devotion to a deity who demanded he pop out babies at every waking moment of the day. He narrows his eyes and casts a scornful gaze at the moon.
Dressed almost entirely in white except for the brown leather sandals on his feet, Skylar wanted to give off the appearance that he was a pure virgin. Even though he was anything but, the borrower witch thought it fitting for the occasion. Besides, Skylar was still in his Greek Twunk Era and linen just proved to be a superior fabric he immensely enjoyed wearing. Making up for the lack of heat his sleeveless shirt provided, Skylar decided to don a shawl as the sun began to set and the air became cooler. Cassiel flew right next to him as he approached one of the larger attractions in the festival. “I helped design the maze, you know,” he spoke to the other supernatural by the entrance. “So incredibly well, I unfortunately doubt I can find my way out without flying.” A light chuckle escaped him as he began to walk inside. “Care to accompany me?”













