[Lesallia Surish]

It was an odd thing, friendship. To her it was tolerating the least annoying aspects of her fellow mortals, and here they were, gathered around the fire. This time, at least, they were in her presence in the proper attire. Smoothing her hands over her elaborate costume, she grinned.

Nox was beautiful. The warm colors brought out the best in the fashion world. Sure, it was for the dead, but in her opinion even the afterlife deserved a bit of flair. She watched the flame of her lantern as it swayed in her hand. She had not lost anyone. Her family was wealthy enough to keep in the best of health. Even still, the importance of this night was not lost on her.

The smell of her rival's hairspray kept her from delving deeper into her thoughts. "Ellysia,” she said with a playful sneer. "You should have saved some of that aerosol for the fire. I'm sure the souls need a bigger light into heaven." It gained her growl from the stylist.