'Mare's Questioning (Writing Prompt)

Being given a letter to the Soirée event was a shock, in 'Mare's opinion.

Not only did he not feel that he would get one, but he also thought that he would be the last person to ask for a party. 'Mare is not the most socialable Minikin nor was he one that would do well at parties. Even smaller celebrations he avoided. 

But such a letter must mean that he was wanted there... somehow.

His tail twitched as he looked at the large glass mirror.

'Mare has been spending a good time picking and choosing what he would wear. Small fabrics were thrown around, buttons and thread carelessly strewn around the area. It was a mess, for sure. It was nessasary, however. He needed to show that he was capable of being apart of the others. Together, in the same party. He can hang out with them. Surely!

Yet nothing was working out for him. The little scarfs, glittery coats and comisc-like capes didn't fit his vibe. Those words Archibald threw around were stuck in his head.

"Elegance, my little friend, is a quality that only comes with time."

What a joke. He could be elegant now! 'Mare just had to find it.. even if he had no luck now, he'd surely was close. He just. . . just. . .

'Mare's gaze lands back on the mirror and to the plague-like mask resting on the right side of his face. His clock beats just slightly faster in thought. Maybe. . . he just needed to take his mask off. What if that was just throwing off the main part of his outfit? It must be it. It had to be. His paws reach up to the mask before taking it off.

Instantly, he regrets it.

It was almost crazy on how everything easily changed. Not only did he dislike what his other eye looked like, but it was... hard to explain. 'Mare always had a distaste for what he looked under his mask. It made him recoil slightly. Staring just made him feel.. sick. If he were to keep it off.. would others just attempt to get away from him? That's not what he wants at all.

'Mare sticks the mask back on before it could make him too self concious. 

He shouldn't have done that. He knew how much his mask matters to holding his identity, but still tried to take it off. But what now? 'Mare needed an outfit. He begun to ponder in thought.

A lightbulb flicked in his head.

He took some of the stuck-on glitter and threw it on his mask. It did cause 'Mare to begin coughing from the mutiple glitter puddles.

It was worth it, though. Now that his mask looked similar to the theme, he can properly plan. It'd just take time to find that outfit he had an eye on. It was somewhere in the fabric puddle he made. 

Maybe Archibald had good intentions. 

'Mare catches himself before he could  give a compliment.  Maybe he needed to focus on finding that outfit first..