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[sup][color=eaa4be]Day 1 [Night]
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[sub][sup]L O C A T I O N[/sup][/sub]
[sup][color=eaa4be]Harold's Academy [Main Ballroom][/color][/sup]
[sub][sup]P A R T I C I P A N T S[/sup][/sub]
[sup][color=eaa4be][@Mirandae] Tessa Vellhart
[@Emeth] Raffaella Struna[/color][/sup]
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[sup][color=eaa4be][@Silver Carrot] Lhoren Ashdale
[@LuckyBlackCat] Sylvia Copeland[/color][/sup]
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[color=eaa4be]﹂[/color]	A tapestry of emotions flowed through Tessa as she watched her students, Lhoren and Sylvia, prepare to dance. Her heart danced to a rhythm of its own, a pulse of pure delight that resonated with the youthful innocence before her eyes. The glamorous world of high-end fashion, with its intricate designs and alluring beauty, had always captured her heart. But there was something utterly irresistible about these simple, sweet connections. They were like delicate flowers blooming in a grand garden, each one unique and each one precious. The words had left Sylvia's lips, and Lhoren's acceptance was conveyed not only through words but through the understanding in her visage. Tessa's eyes sparkled, reflecting the magical glow of the ballroom, as she observed the two young women. Her lips parted in a silent exclamation of joy, the happiness bubbling within her like champagne in a crystal flute.

[color=eaa4be]﹂[/color]	"[color=eaa4be]Sure. You two have fun![/color]" Tessa cheered them on. The transformation of Sylvia's legs, the nervous touch to her nose, Lhoren's reassuring smile –- every detail was a brushstroke on a canvas that only Tessa could truly appreciate. It was a portrait of youth, a snapshot of a time when everything was new and exciting, a time of exploration and discovery. The sight was endearing, enchanting, and everything that Tessa loved about her role as a mentor. These were the moments that she cherished, the moments that brought warmth to her soul. They were a reminder of why she did what she did, why she devoted herself to nurturing these young minds. It was a dance of love, and Tessa was its devoted audience.

[color=eaa4be]﹂[/color]	A voice, sweet and filled with innocence, cut through the enchanting melody of the Moonlit Masquerade Ball a mere second later. Tessa turned, her face a picture of curiosity, just as Raffaella's Gupoo, Pooka, softly bumped into her face. The touch was like a kiss from a butterfly, delicate and full of whimsy. A giggle escaped Tessa's lips, a sound that resonated with pure joy. Her hands, graceful as a dancer's, reached out and caught the Gupoo, pulling it into a gentle embrace. Pooka seemed to enjoy the affection, making a cute noise that was music to Tessa's ears. She planted a little kiss on the soft creature, feeling its warmth and remembering past times together.

[color=eaa4be]﹂[/color]	As Raffaella approached, Tessa's eyes met hers, and she squatted down to be closer to the girl's height. Her face was aglow with a smile that was both loving and proud, and she held Pooka in her embrace, a symbol of the bond they all shared. “[color=eaa4be]Oh, look how cute Ella is tonight,[/color]” she said to Pooka, her voice a soft caress, filled with admiration for the young teen's appearance. Pooka responded with a charming little noise, a sound that seemed to agree with Tessa's sentiment, even though it probably didn’t understand the words. The connection between the three of them was like a gentle breeze, a flow of understanding and affection that transcended the grandeur of the ballroom. Tessa's eyes were soft, her expression tender, as she looked at Raffaella, a young student who had found a place deep within her heart ever since [i]that[/i] day. 

[color=eaa4be]﹂[/color]	Tessa gently extended her embrace to include Raffaella, and at the same time handed the Gupoo over to her student. “[color=eaa4be]Is Pooka excited about the Ball, you think? She seems to be excited about something,[/color]” Tessa smiled. The scene was like a painting, a moment captured in time, filled with the gentle beauty of a mentor's love and a student's trust. It was a dance of its own, a dance of hearts, a testament to the magic of the Moonlit Masquerade Ball.

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