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The forest glade is a pool of late afternoon gold, light shimmering through the canopy to paint the quartet in dappled patterns. A cricket chirps softly from Finn's cupped hands as Seren tilts her goat-masked face, her fingers laced with Rhys's. She takes one step forward, the ground soft beneath her bare feet. 'Who are you?' Rhys's rabbit mask angles, his voice a low murmur beneath it. 'They seem kinda cool! What's your name?' From the treeline, the silhouette of Maeve's moose mask emerges, Finn a half-shadow at her side. Maeve lets out a low, warm laugh. 'Y'all got a new friend that's finally not an animal?' Finn grins, the crickets in his palm shifting as he holds them up like an offering. Seren adds, her voice gaining confidence, 'They must be like us! They have a mask!' Four sets of…