El Zorro

Tink nodded in agreement, “That I do,” she smiled. “You must be pretty scary and serious when you want to be,” she said listening to his speak so eloquently and fluently. Tink stood on her tip toes in the direction Zorro was pointing, “Could be, but do you think it’s maybe a trap. Maybe it’s just like a really really big candle meant to confuse us.”

“Totally true. The dead don’t smell!” he declared loudly. The guy’s wink was pretty dangerous, he thought to himself and shook his head. “Pretty freaky, that’s for sure. Both kinds if you know what I mean.” He narrowed his eyes. “Hmmm… I don’t think I should say. Might ruin my mystique, right. Ghosts are supposed to be all mysterious and OooooOoOOOooooOooo.” He raised his hands under the sheet and wiggled them around. “Let’s just say I was devastatingly handsome and witty and leave it at that.” 

The ghost moved back suddenly when the sword was pulled from it’s scabbard, but laughed when he stabbed the poor unsuspecting pumpkin. “Totally. I mean who even really needs a nose. Look me.” He raised a hand sheathed in the sheet to gesture to his face. “Just a couple of eyes does the job.” He shrugged. “Ahhh… yeah… it’s been..” He paused trying to come up with the right word. “interesting. How ‘bout you?” 

“I do indeed,” she replied with a laugh.  “Being in control is…delicious, but on occasion, for the right person, I can be convinced to give it up.  Are you right?” She dragged her nails along the line of his arm.  “Flowers can be poison…or they can be venus fly traps. Wanna see if I’m sweet or snappy?”

“The gourd has sinned, then?” She asked, still pretty puzzled about it as she sat down. “What shape are we trying to stab into it?”

The alien stopped to look at the man at the table, enjoying his hat. She didn’t yet understand the purpose of this activity. “You say you need to put down the large pointy thing so you can use the short pointy thing?” She observed. “I suppose it depends on the purpose of stabbing a gourd.”

“He did it to get to Peter, but Peter rounded up the lost boys and everyone clapped and cheered and it got me better, so that’s good,” she said with a slight shrug. “That’s very sweet of you,” she said, hugging his arm just a little as they walked. “A Duel? Goodness, that sounds serious. But yes, i’m okay now. So do you duel a lot?”

The ghost was in the process of carving his own pumpkin when the man next to him spoke. “If I can manage it, anyone can. Besides a knife is basically just a tiny sword right? A baby sword. Seems like a baby sword is easier to use than a mama sword.” 

“I don’t see why these people need to hide, be forward with who you are…just seems odd” he commented before he finished, already pouring another before pouring the Zorro person one too “I have those in my life yes, but my family and those who oppose..well we deal with more than swords, we have dragons”

Zorro chuckled. “I think it has to do with how alluring it is to hide behind masks for at least one night. You get to be, and do whatever you want. Maybe someone you never thought you’d be. I think that’s fascinating.” He opened his eyes wide when he heard what Daemon said. “Dragons? Are you serious? You people have dragons? How’s that even possible? I thought they were extinct!”

Tink carefully walked behind him, listening to the masked man speak of his homeland. “That does sound lovely,” she agreed. “He kidnapped me once,” she offered, “But I can hold my own. And I drank some poison I’m pretty sure he had something to do with.”

“I’d probably just ruin it,” she giggled. She looked down at the hand extended to her, deciding to take it and the started walking through the maze. “Neverland looks like most places honestly. There’s wooded areas, and seas. There’s this princess named Tigerlily who’s pretty great, I like her. But you have to watch out for mean old Captain Hook!”

“But isn’t a bit of danger sexy, Handsome?” she teased, leaning in so  he could get a good look at her bountiful cleavage.  “But you’re right, I am dangerous.”

Daemon quirked a brow “A secret identity, there is a lot of that going on lately” he commented, before sipping his drink “Ah that old chestnut, well hope it works for you”

Zorro nodded. “If there ever was a night for it, this is it. I guess you’ll be seeing a lot of that here.” He chuckled and finished what was in his cup. “You mean taking caring for someone? Do you have that same kind of issue?”

Nodding to the man in black, he approached the bar “That I am good sir, what is a party without a drink” he said nobly “I’m Prince Daemon Targaryen, and who might you be?”

Zorro got hold of two cups and handed one to the man. “A very dull one, that’s what.” He chuckled and raised his cup, as if he was making a toast. “I am Zorro, and that’s all you need to know. My true identity must stay concealed to protect myself and the one I care about.”