Festive

The boys stared at me in wonder as I waltzed out of my room and into the main area of the lair. I gave them a polite smile and ignored the gaping mouths as I flounced past them in my dress. The main color is a pretty scarlet, and the underskirt a dark black, showing through beneath the beautiful, bloody color. The skirt of the dress is that of those that flare out, and I even let my wings rest outside the dress, and their mostly bloody color adds to the appearance of dark, deathly beauty. I'm guessing that the white face paint I wear, with a thin black line that runs between my lips and off the sides, little dashes crossing through it, along with the black that circles my eyes, making my face look like a skull, amplifies the look of having woken from my coffin rather than bed. I fixed everything about me up to perfection, and the turtles stare at me in confusion in the lair, even master splinter unable to hide his amazement. Leo's whisper makes me laugh. "It's just the second of November. What's with…?"

He simply points at me and with a twirl and demonic-looking smile I answer festively, "My favorite holiday, la dia de los muertos!" I run and hug a confused Donny.

"Of course your favorite day is day of the dead. Of course it is."

This is a bit long, but I couldn't bear to cut a word out of it. I like this one, everyone else's 'Festive' drabble had to do with Christmas, and it really is a day I love. This is the same character as starting again. Also, I thank a guest for reminding me it's the second of november, not the first.