"You asked for it." she muttered under her breath. She took a bottle of invisible ink out of her bag, burst the door open, dumped half the bottle on the dragon inside, and ran off as fast as dragonly possible.
Cloud trailed behind her new companion. The wingless SilkWing was a little annoying, with her pointed hat and long cloak, and that twig she waved around yelling random gibberish. But that was fine, because they were still friends, though Cloud had to remind herself that about a million times so she wouldn’t just abandon the SilkWing in a dark alleyway someplace.
Skipper clicked a particularly loud doorbell, shaking Cloud out of her thoughts. She quickly opened her mouth, just as Skipper called, “Trick or-”
“Trick or Treat!” She got elbowed for that. Skipper’s red scales were hard, and still hurt though the thin sheet than constituted as Cloud’s ghost costume, “We’re supposed to say it at the same time!” she hissed.
“I know,” Cloud growled back, and after exchanging glares they turned back to the door.
Scarab’s ears pricked up from the rug where she laid watching the flames in the fireplace dance. She watched the door over her shoulder for a moment, frozen stock-still. Calls of “Trick or Treat,” made her pulled herself off the rug with a groan.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m comin’.” She called, looking through the peephole and spotting a SilkWing and a IceWing.