[h2][color=OrangeRed]Dawn Daniels[/color] - Crocus[/h2]
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[color=OrangeRed]"And a little ice on the ground's enough for you to read her 'magic signature'?"[/color] It sounded suspect to him but Dawn wasn't exactly an expert on magic, especially obscure forms of it. He'd done a decent amount of research surrounding the problems Elizabeth had with her magic but past that he was more or less an novice, even with his own.

If he were Elizabeth were would he go? In her mind she wasn't lost, she wouldn't be looking for him. For her her wanderings were all about exploration, she wanted to see and experience new things. It was possible then that she might just wander the streets with no pattern, from one attraction to the next. Her attention span was usually limited so she wouldn't spent a great deal of time in any one place.

[color=OrangeRed]"Is there a chance we can contact the administration of the Games? Get them to flash her picture over the Lacrimavision during a break in the contest?"[/color]

[h2][color=SkyBlue]Elizabeth Daniels[/color] - Phoenix Wing Grand Stands[/h2]
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Elizabeth cocked her head to the side and just starred at Ariel. A small innocent smile lite her face. The girl could change colors. Elizabeth reached out and touched Ariel's hair which a moment before had been bright yellow and now was a deep orange. She wondered if it felt different when it was yellow compared to when it was orange. The fact that Ariel was angry registered on some level with Elizabeth but she didn't concentrate on it. When Fleo began to insult Elizabeth she turned to look at him, a deeply hurt expression on her face. Her fingers which she'd forgotten about froze around a lock of Ariel's hair as small ice crystals began to grow out from her hand in Ariel's hair.

When Trinity chimed in Elizabeth's hand fell to her side and she sat back down in her seat which though she didn't notice was ice cold. Her guild mark? Guild mark? Looking at the three of them Elizabeth realized that they all had the same tattoo, in various colors and places but it was the same image. A sign that they were wizards. A sign of magic. Elizabeth didn't have anything like that, but a mark that she was a mage, that she had painfully marked on her skin.

Elizabeth pulled up her left sleeve revealing an old burn mark that ran over her forearm from her wrist to her elbow. It didn't hurt anymore, not for years and it didn't impair her movement at all but it was a mark of using her magic the one time she'd truly tried. Her eyes turned slightly silver as they misted over at the memory.