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[h2][color=e68845]Sylvia Copeland[/color][/h2][/center]
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Day 1 [color=734e66]◈[/color] [color=e68845]Time:[/color] Night [color=734e66]◈[/color] [color=e68845]Weather:[/color] Moderate Rain [color=734e66]◈[/color][color=e68845]Location:[/color] Harold's Academy, Main Ballroom [color=734e66]◈[/color] [color=e68845]Participants: [/color]Sylvia Copeland, Tessa Vellhart[@Mirandae], Lhoren Ashdale [@Silver Carrot][/center]
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Sylvia's taut muscles relaxed. Nobody was hurt, which she'd gleaned from Tessa's general cheer, but it still reassured her to hear it confirmed. Plus, as much of a social faux pas as it was to tell a fashion icon she smelled of smoke, Tessa showed no offense. [color=e68845]"I can imagine,"[/color] Sylvia replied to the comment about the shoes, eyeing the eight-inch heels that complemented Tessa's long, toned legs. [color=e68845]"Perfect shoes for the air though. Speaking of..."[/color]

Her eyes flicked around the room, sweeping over Kasp and a flustered Raff who'd partnered with each other, settling on Lhoren. [color=e68845]"Care to dance?"[/color] She and the fellow Ivar student were more acquaintances than friends, but Lhoren was plenty approachable, not to mention cute. Truth be told, Sylvia had been a little uncomfortable at first at the prospect of having her thoughts read, as many people were. Lhoren, though, wasn't the type to share people's secrets, nor did she invade their privacy on purpose, any more than Sylvia could help randomly sprouting cait features on occasion. She doubted Lhoren would approve of much of what went on in her head, but it was a testament to the younger girl's friendliness that she stuck around anyway.

As soon as the words were out, though, Sylvia knew her confident facade wouldn't hold. Not around Lhoren, anyway. Sure she had decent reflexes, courtesy of her gift, but that mostly applied to athletics. She knew next to nothing about dancing. What if she messed up, and got both of them laughed at? Trying to dispel the thoughts that spiralled through her head, she focused her vitesse into her legs. They tingled and morphed, joints growing more supple, wildcait-brown fur marked with black stripes sprouting down them. The tips of retractable claws protruded from her toes, visible through her open shoes. This, she hoped, would help her dance better.

At the same time, the tip of her nose prickled, and the enhanced scents of food and perfumes all around faded. [color=e68845]"Huh."[/color] She touched her nose, which she'd involuntarily turned back to normal. [color=e68845]"I-I meant to do that! It wouldn't be great to use too much vitesse at once, after all!"[/color] She gave a nervous glance around, knowing she wasn't fooling anyone, least of all Lhoren.

Her eyes, however, remained caitlike, able to see through the shadows. And in the night sky that stretched above the ballroom, she glimpsed movement. Raising her head, she frowned at a distant figure rising into the air. [color=e68845]"Hm, is that Grumble? Wonder where she's going?"[/color] Sneaking out was something Sylvia could relate to, but someone as honest to a fault as Grumble didn't strike her as the kind of person to do that.