<strong>Noelle<br/>The Theater<br/>Tagged: Reginald, Baa'lathor<br/></strong><br/>The wistful, thoughtful romantic young creature sat up a little as the play continued its progress, a light fragrance in the air stirring something deep inside of her. She felt warm, pleasant, content as she rose to her feet, the play coming to its conclusion right below her as she made her way across the catwalk and on over to the steps that descended towards the stage floor.<br/><br/>Making quick work of the climb down, Noelle parted with the harsh, metal bars and slowly made her way across the stage, amidst stage hands and bustling people and props moving to and fro. She was on her way to Reginald, ready to settle in for an evening of contemplating prose and poetry and the simple beauty of words.<br/><br/>But it seemed as though someone had beaten her to the punch, so to speak. A gentleman had approached her friend, dangling a rather large bag of … gold in front of his eyes? The thought that Reginald might be tempted in any way by such a carnal thing as money was laughable to Noelle. She’d known him to be someone of a far greater depth as far as his personality was concerned. Blissfully ignorant of the chaos that the spiritual world was divvying out for the human race, she calmly approached the pair, comfortable enough with Reginald that she had no qualms with inserting herself into a conversation that she was clearly not involved in.<br/><br/>The man in question was a curiosity to her. There was something about his figure, his form and face that seemed…off. Where Reginald could hide his thoughts with his mask, Noelle kept her face carefully composed in a mask of her own, one of pleasant curiosity.<br/><br/>“Should we catch up later?” she said as an aside to her friend. “I don’t mean to interrupt…”<br/>