Shadow was sitting down at a table by himself. Not because no one wanted to sit with him but that he wanted to sit alone. As he ate one could see a black smoke rising out of the back of his cloak.
I sigh but reveals the magical aspect of my black morphing mask. "See how the color is black, its made out of smoke magic, interns the same magic that is realising from your back. the mask transformed to my emotion of confession and understanding.