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"I propose everyone changes. I'll go find something for Farrago." Matthias sighed with relief. Beating up witches, that was no problem, but actually hunting down a dress... "I suggest you shut the tents tightly and be cautious. Matty might be that kind of a person."
He opened his mouth to protest, then silenced, realizing that if they'd left the flaps open, he probably would have peeked in on them. Whatever. "Alright, I'm guessing you girls can handle the whole getting-into-the-ball thing on your own." No one was listening, but that didn't stop him from talking. "I'll see you there, assuming I'm not imprisoned by that point."
He spun and took off into the darkness of the forest.

"Booyaka."
The night was freezing, and ice-cold air blew into him, throwing back his trenchcoat and sweeping his already unkempt hair. He crouched in a window, nearly invisible; the light was all on the inside of the little... SWAR-AY... anyone who looked toward the window would have their sight disrupted. Light's funny that way. Either way, Matthias was nearly invisible, sitting on one of the holes-in-the-wall Larkin tried to pass off as windows.
"Jeez, lookit 'em all... they're like maggots."
That's the first thing that struck him; the mingling, talking, moving humans were like hoardes of brightly-colored, writhing maggots. He looked around, spotting Miraye, Stelon, Imera and Farrago (still clutching her bear in one hand). He saw Miraye disappear off into the crowd.
Suddenly, the entire place roared! Hands went up and howls of delight cut the air. Matthias' heart skipped a beat; they'd suddenly yelled, he thought he'd been spotted. Realizing that wasn't it, he relaxed a bit and followed the crowd's gaze, only to tense up again. Larkin the Shrike, in all his flamboyant 'glory', and the nervous-as-usual, terrified looking Tic child. The dictator straightened up, raising both of his hands and closing his eyes, one would imagine for the dramatic effect. It provided just the distraction Matthias required; he leapt down from the sill, flaring his trenchcoat like wings and landing more or less gently (or at least not fatally) on the ground.
He frowned to himself. "What, is he gunna announce his and Tic's wedding plans?"