The Monastery of Open Water isn't a lively place. It's soft and soothing and relaxing, plain swishing robes and quiet feet on stone ground and the trick of running water. Ruena loves it there just as much as she loves anything!
But Ruena is a wild bird at heart, even with her health issues. She bids her family farewell for the night, pulling a horned mask over her face as she turns away. What sort of Candleblight festival would it be if she wasn't dressed up as some sort of demon? She checks her outfit over as the long ferry ride to Candletown commences.
One mask, wooden and painted with gleaming goldfish and intricate swirls. A sharp-toothed mouth stretches over her own, pearly white and wicked. As per the norm, her waist is bare so that she can show off her curling fish tattoo, and long cottons are wrapped around her chest and draped at her shoulders. They trail off her back, giving her a neat white train. The fabric glimmers with stitched-in flecks of blue and gold, ethereal and fin