[center][color=silver][h3]Morgan Selwyn[/h3][/color][/center]

When Kiara all but fell onto the couch next to him, Morgan couldn't help the small smile that crept across his lips. For his part, the single gulp of whatever alcohol he had accidentally consumed was sitting warmly in the pit of his stomach and doing what little it could to loosen his tongue. For a moment he considered using his magic to neutralize the feeling, but that seemed to go against the spirit of the gathering. When the Faerie began to inquire about his drink, the warlock immediately rolled his eyes and warm blood started to creep up to his cheeks again. Of course she would expect him to loosen up a little more, and why shouldn't he? They were supposed to be among friends, right?

[color=silver]"Alright, alright, just give me a moment,"[/color] he said in reply to her request, setting his cup on the table and wrapping his fingers around the base of it. As Morgan focused, the water began to stir as though he were tipping the cup the back and forth. It occurred to him that making some art for Kiara would leave him without a drink for the time being, and he wondered if that was her intent after all. He decided it didn't really matter all that much, a choice that came easily considering who was making the request. Taking a deep breath, the warlock turned all of his attention to the water and began shaping it with his will.

The water level within the glass started to fall as a portion of it rose up above the lip of the cup. There, the ball of liquid seemed to unfold, slowly taking the shape of a lotus flower. Even as the petals found their final shape, frost started to creep upwards from the bottom of the glass, cementing the stem of the flower to a base of ice and eventually lending the entirety of the small sculpture crystalline solidity. Not quite finished, Morgan made minor adjustments to the structure of the ice until surface of the lotus petals began to refract the light. A faint rainbow of color played through the flower and the glass beneath when he was finished.

The process took two full minutes to complete, during which Morgan's attention was directed solely toward the water and ice. Once he was done, he let out a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding and raised a hand to rub at his temple. Work so delicate taxed the limited control he had over his abilities and almost always left him with a mild headache. He considered it worth it though, offering the sculpture glass and all to Kiara.

[color=silver]"Well, what do you think?"[/color] he asked, holding the flower out to her. [color=silver]"Careful, it's pretty fragile."[/color]

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[center][h3][color=fff79a]Lyla Warren[/color][/h3][/center]

Lyla sat on the edge of the counter, idly kicking her feet while she played with Persy. Occasionally, she would take up her cup from the counter next to her and take a small sip of the burning liquid. It wasn't so bad now as it had been at first, but it wasn't long before the alcohol started to have a serious effect on the rather lightweight Splice. 

[color=fff79a]"Hello, Niall! My name is Lyla Warren. I never really knew my biological parents, but the man who made me what I am was called Geoff Higgins,"[/color] she blurted cheerfully, swaying back and forth slightly in her seat. Lyla's wings extended past her shoulders in an effort to help her maintain her balance, but didn't seem to be helping very much. She giggled and smiled widely as Persy fluttered back up to the top of her head, and she started to hum along to whatever random tune was running through her head. Due to the state she was in, the song ended up coming out horribly mangled and with inconsistent rhythm.

After less than a minute of humming, Lyla was reduced to a fit of giggling at her own inability to carry a tune. During that fit, she ended up leaning much too far to one side. Persy took flight as the petite Splice slid off the edge of the counter with a startled [color=fff79a]"Oop!"[/color] and crashed to the ground on her side. Groaning softly and holding her head, she managed to maintain her smile as she pushed herself into a kneeling position with her free hand. Still somewhat disoriented from the fall, she resigned herself to sitting back against the base of the counter and laughing at herself. Lost and forgotten, her cup had ended up spilling across the counter when Lyla lost her balance.