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@helleorhighwater​

Jaune wanted to scream. She had been watching Netflix and then she’d suddenly had the urge to rip her TV off of the wall and throw it onto the floor. She’d nearly done it too, but she was hit with the sudden idea to cram herself under her bed and use packs of Skittles as an appealing distraction.

She thought it better to channel her energy into something less destructive, so after dragging herself out from under the bed, she decided to see if Helle was perhaps dealing with her own October-related problems.

With care, Jaune selected an outfit— sadly, something a little less extravagant than she would typically go for. Her fear was that she’d give into some sort of impulse and ruin some really good clothes she was fond of. She did her eyeliner, then lightly misted herself with perfume (there were few things she enjoyed more than smelling lovely). Finally, she grabbed the packs of Skittles she hadn’t found the opportunity to tear into yet and put them in her purse in case Helle would like them.

The sun was just rising over the ocean, tinting the clear crests of the waves a soft pink, when Helle slipped onto the rocks in her seal form. This was her morning routine on the days she chose to spend on the island, transforming hidden among the boulders on a deserted corner of the beach, where nobody was likely to be wandering. So far, she’d never been spotted, but she liked to slip into her human form as quickly as possible, just in case.

Helle had every intention of playing out her morning routine just like any other day: stashing her sealskin amongst the rocks for her to retrieve when she got back to the beach at night, making her way to town, and catching a film or mailing some letters before most of the citizens had even left their homes. The water was getting chillier by the day, heralding the approach of late autumn, so Helle was eager to shake off the droplets clinging to her flippers and make her way to a heated building.

But when she ducked behind the rocks to shift, nothing happened. The smooth transition didn’t come to her, and she instead felt her body rebelling against the change. The course hair and thick skin of her seal form felt heavy and immovable.

She experienced momentary panic before realizing what this was, and then her mood shifted to frustration.

There's a reason why humans associate the supernatural with the month of October. Each year the veil between worlds grows thin, magic leaks through to our realm, and supernatural beings find themselves with a lot less control over their abilities. 

Vampires thirst without end, shifters become stuck between one form and the next without warning, magic users’ spells seem to be working fantastically - or malfunctioning - but each will require a price to be paid. Instincts for everyone are running wild, and even the most disciplined of predators are feeling the blood thirst course through their veins.

If there were ever a time for a human to spot something out of the ordinary, it’d be now.

But when he heard about the Festival of the Falling Sun, he was happy to attend, though he was are his mother would roll over in her grave if she knew. He walked through the rows upon rows of booths, stopping every once in a while to see what everything was.