All has fallen quiet through the opulent halls of the opera house. The show is over, you’ve received your applause, the crowd has departed. Now you are allowed to retreat from the stage and into your quarters, ready to tend to matters of appearance and rest.

“Excuse me,” calls a deep and gentle voice, right as the silk curtain hung for privacy is pulled open. “May I speak to you?” A tower of blue fur stands above you, looking down with warm eyes hued in pink. Two little fangs peek from his mouth. With each step forward, his purple cape sways.

It’s not uncommon that you receive visitors after a show- but this is the first time that a Celestial has found his way to your quarters.

“I quite enjoyed your show,” he says, kneeling to level with you. “You may call me ‘Azure’. I’d like to speak with you, actually.”

Before you can respond, his large paws reach for your veil, intending to reveal your face by moving it away.