Time for a little violence.

Miraye was still lost in her own haze of memories, depression and sorrow. This continued on for quite some time until she noticed the moons that stopped in the middle of the sky. She looked back. They were still following behind her, Stelon talking to Farrago. "So, any ideas where we can get Farrago a dress?"

Nobody knew, really. Farrago was once again floating in the midst of her world. Miraye looked up at the moons again. Something needed to conceal those wings, but it was nearly impossible. But wings looked fairly good with something dark and glittery. If asked, she'd have to say it was part of her 'costume'. And Matthias' getup was nothing to pass by. The guards would surely notice him, and drag him back to the dungeons.

Something gothic for Farrago.
A suit for Matthias.

"Matty-"
"-Iss," he added. He shook his head slightly.
"Matty, you might need to wear a suit tonight." The expression on his face fell most suddenly.
"I am NOT wearing a suit."
"It's only one night, and the guards might notice you-"
"That doesn't matter."
Miraye knew it was useless to argue, so she let him have his way. If he gets caught, that was too bad for him. Everyone would slip un-noticed except him. Thinking about this only made her head hurt.
They continued walking, some camps nearby. Miraye motioned everyone to stop as they approach the camps. Witches.
"I think this is where we get Farrago's dress. Matty-"
"-ISS."
"Are you ready to knock some shit out of these people?"