GAH>_< face still so itchy from costume makeup!!!

Nice so far! Few suggestions:
1) Split up your story into more paragraph breaks, especially for speaking. It makes it much, much easier to read online since your readers won't see a wall-of-text

2) There are also a few typos that are fairly easy to fix that I changed.

3) I substituted {a creature} for {it}, because at first, it seemed like you were referring to the house and not the mysterious creature. Substitute whatever word you want for {a creature} but not {it} :P

I just did this section in case you weren't interested in a proofing

Example:

Original:
The wind howled in the streets of Kamadan and seemed to follow him in even the smallest corridor. Noah had tried trick-or-treating once more but it turned out to be as futile as last year as nobody would give him or the other children any candy in this city. But there are always heroes and the they are given candy by the townsfolk, he thought to himself. His father had told him that he should earn the candy and not just ask for it. “Here is a scythe. Now go fetch yourself some candy son. “ his father said. But Noah was no fighter and did not have the money to pay for mercenary heroes. He had been trick-or-treating for hours but he was mostly ignored. The most he ever got was a sad smile and a pat on the back. He felt like everyone knew something he did not. Dissapointed he returned home and saw it for the first time. It seemed like a shadow but Noah was not going to take any chances. He knew the stories well, perhaps it was Kjelhe the chained, Hulgard the weary , Greir the frozen or any other monster. Noah was frightened beyond belief and convinced that it was waiting for him in the mist. He ran and kept running but the footsteps did not fade. That is how he ended up shivering in the small pathway between two houses. Too afraid to check what had been chasing him for the last hour and too tired to even lift his head.

To:
The wind howled in the streets of Kamadan and seemed to follow him in even the smallest corridor. Noah had tried trick-or-treating once more but it turned out to be as futile as last year as nobody would give him or the other children any candy in this city.

But there are always heroes and the they are given candy by the townsfolk, he thought to himself. His father had told him that he should earn the candy and not just ask for it. “Here is a scythe. Now go fetch yourself some candy son,“ his father said.

But Noah was no fighter and did not have the money to pay for mercenary heroes. He had been trick-or-treating for hours, but he was mostly ignored. The most he ever got was a sad smile and a pat on the back. He felt like everyone knew something he did not.

Dissappointed he returned home and saw {a creature} for the first time. It seemed like a shadow, but Noah was not going to take any chances. He knew the stories well, perhaps it was Kjelhe the chained, Hulgard the weary, Greir the frozen or any other monster. Noah was frightened beyond belief and was convinced that it was waiting for him in the mist.

He ran and kept running but the footsteps did not fade. That is how he ended up shivering in the small pathway between two houses - too afraid to check what had been chasing him for the last hour and too tired to even lift his head.

“Well, well, m’boy, your opening act didn’t go off half as bad as it did in rehearsal. To be frank, I expected you to explode the drake again. Although, to be fair, your tidiness covered in beast-guts is funnier by far than the joke’s real punchline. Get me wine, won’t you? Oh! Could you see the Great Prick from where you stood? Was he laughing enough? Was he mad, or merely insane? What of his consort? Did she laugh for the jokes or to keep Thorn company? By Lyssa’s lying lips, you know as well as I do we’re dead if she says a bad word of us. We ought to get that Elonian hag burnt. You’d think it easy enough, from the others.” He was always like that: on-stage, the very definition of deliberation and ease; backstage, manic and a bit dangerous.

I smiled weakly, overwhelmed at the rush of thought. “I’ll get you water, not wine, master. Gods know you had enough this morning.”

He snorted as I began to walk away. “Don’t dodge questions with insults, child. How’d King Prick like the show?”

Though I had turned away, I could almost feel his fearful look on my back. I couldn’t bear it. “Master, I believe that he thought that, well, the King of Kryta, that is, the Prick, as you call him, was of the opinion that your show, well, I think thoughtfully that I ought to think that his thinkful thoughts of your show were rather like a thought that your worried thoughts thought he might have thought.”

Making the gold buttons. (Polymer clay with gold mica powder)


Making the horns. Polymer clay (3 shades) over aluminum foil.


Shading the bottom of the skirt. Might spray on some more to make it more drastic while I wait.


Bodice is finally done!


Finished gloves and boots. I hate sewing gloves.