“Truly, I have come to realize just how much they can be… I often find myself a bit confused by them, and my lack of understanding has become evident in recent times.” He mused thoughtfully, admiring the ease with Nida’s lines and attention to the detail of the layout of the space. Turning his attention back to his art, worked on the finer points of one guests ensemble. The way the mask coordinated with their outfit in small ways, standing out.

“And people are so ready to voice their dislike of someone for being as they are at times. Even if that true self is something unique and beautiful.” He frowned lightly, but that seemed a shame. To hide behind masks for one’s entire like, to keep the true self hidden. “Though sometimes the person underneath the mask is terribly horrid.”