[center][u][h2][color=pink]Lyn[/color], Hysteria within Djarkel[/h2][/u]
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Lyn hated being this self aware. The first thing she realized was the fact she thought the least about. Wearing her dress in the shop with a few peering eyes was easy, but now the change in her surroundings made her very aware how unwise it might’ve been. Numerous people casually strolled about the glass scenery, the floor reflecting back in a shimmering image of both magic and nature, entertaining themselves in whatever fashion the gala offered. Women were dressed skimpier than herself in attention getting dress, their eyes roamed in a predatory to tear down anyone that managed to get more attention themselves. 

Naturally her  mind began to pick out flaws in her brilliant choice which she ignored in the beginning, her blush coloring her skin with the thought. It was pretty basic in style but had a rather fae appeal that Lyn couldn’t resist. The charming way she looked had been too hard to resist causing her to purchase the dress much to the seller’s delight. 

Her skirt was just above mid-thigh length, designed into actual petals of a rose and had a slight transparentness to them that preventing anything too high from being completely exposed. The material was actually enlarged Herbamancy rose petals fastened by a waist belt where a large flower grew. Living vines grew and entangled about her middle, keeping her outfit together, of an oriental tunic. White flowers lined the slit placed across from her right shoulder to her left hip, their vines decorating through the surface to break the blue and white theme with a splash of green. Upon her feet were small, flowery slippers matching the rest. The tops held the same petal design as her skirt. A final touch had been her hair. She had spent hours braiding it perfectly, both with Meirin and Keri’s aid, fell over her right shoulder and ended at her chest. Around her forehead’s right side, a Lucilia flower that emitted a fragrant aroma that swept around her.    

Lyn inhaled, relaxing her mind. She purposely left select holes within her wards and should any psychomancers prob, they would make their presence known. Her hand brushed by her 2 runes, noting each student were given 1-5 based on their ward skills, reminding her if the tension got too difficult than she could easily take a break. Already the hairs on her neck back rose in alert, realizing most the eyes had turned upon the new arriving students and lingered in judgement on their clothing style. It reminded her of how she sized up a raw meat chunk while she fought to keep her tongue from flickering out. 

She kept near Keiri, her figure held toward the background like a shy little wallflower. It didn’t help her mind had frozen at what she had originally came to do and forgotten quickly why they were here. The main floor had several red cloth covered tables with appetizers, cuts of raw meat to more sparse well done, red wine in crystal glasses, and other various foods. In addition, flower filled vases scattered throughout the scene to splash color and broke up any possible blandness created by the decor. Now it was time for the students to begin mingling while completing their given task.