( it's been a couple of days in the strange city with far too much metal and not enough water. Davaas left the oceans long ago, but there was still plenty of water to find.... here he only finds it flowing freely in sparse places. it makes him nearly yearn for the oceans once again.

though not as much as the revelry does.

as soon as he arrives, a black mark is traced down the line of his throat by a stranger before beads and a mask are thrust into his hand. at first, he doesn't consider the mask. yet as he moves through the city, so many people don the masks and the things they do in them. Davaas blushes, the color a more purple tint on his blue skin, as he finally puts his mask on.

the first few days are... difficult, but he gets through them. then by the fourth all new masks come out in so many different shapes and sizes. Davaas is constantly pressured to by another, and as one group try to corner him into buying a round, black mask with no hole for his mouth, he steps back into someone, his own half mask slipping. )

Ah, I'm sorry! They were talking, and I didn't look... ( he presses out in a quick, nervous tone. )