inevitable but not cruel

"I'm sure something like this isn't at all terrifying for you is it, like it would be me?" She says this and yet she doesn't seem at all frightened herself!

“No. Not particularly.” The artificial and hollow sound of thunder cracks overhead from the speakers, yet neither Zariel nor his companion so much as blink as they move down the corridor. They stride past what mortals intend as ‘corpses’— props painted to mock death, crude in their execution. Their stiff limbs and garish faces strike him as absurd; he had seen actual death up close since the beginning of his very existence and he knows its artistry well enough. These makeshift corpses are mere children’s playthings in comparison.

But stranger still is the question of why mortals choose to walk among such feeble horrors. Fear is the one thing he thought they would flee from, not seek out willingly.

Just like the rest of the other sections of Aevum, Fanalea was holding their own little activity. From Pumpkin Patches to corn mazes, they also had Hay rides as well as S'mores making, and more! Tonight, Marcellus was brought TO Fanalea to check out the wreath-making. He thought about making a few for people around him, but he thought about making one for a CERTAIN person. Just when he's about to focus on his task, he hears a child's cry, which alerts him. Golden Ombre eyes look up and...WHO SET THAT WREATH ON FIRE?

Springing into action, little Wynter inhales sharply, sucking in the little flame from the wreath as quickly as possible before it could get any more dangerous.

“In all courtesy, ma’am,” Zariel starts. “Your boy found plenty to laugh at before. Pity he’s lost his sense of humor now.” The woman’s face turns a furious red. Zariel remains still and expectant. Mortals are at their most fascinating when pushed beyond restraint after all. But before he can savor the spectacle, some strange creature appears, and in an instant, the flames vanish from the wreath as though the little thing had swallowed them whole.

What follows after is an unfamiliar man seeking his time. For what reason, Zariel can’t be too sure.