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She slowly rose to her feet, taking Hayley's hand in hers as she weaved masterfully through the crowd. A mess of mismatched dresses, shoes and poorly fitting suits that were yet to be grown into. Some were in ceremonial armour, some in robes. She'd never wished she could see more than that moment, in a real celebration with so many people. It was a romantic moment to her. Without even an apology needed, she guided her guide up to the punch bowl. She was such a [i]cheat[/i]. Knowing full well that it was spiked, she poured herself a cup with the ladle, not pouring Hayley one, and opting instead to nudge her dance partner and whisper. [color=a187be]"It's alcoholic. The people from room Two-Fifteen and One-Oh-Five both poured in spirits."[/color] She informed, before taking a sip herself without so much as a grimace.

She looked to Colton, her blindfold turning and glancing 'aimlessly' but entirely direct. [color=a187be]"It never feels right, does it? Clothes ontop of fake legs."[/color] She knew that plight all too well. [color=a187be]"Your scales are pretty, from what little I can see of them."[/color] Her arms never strayed far from Hayley, either a hand, an arm or at least a shoulder touching the other girl as she struck up some conversation. She took another easy drink of her poorly mixed punch as the burning warmth travelled down her and forced a comfortable sigh.

[i]Rattling. Scales. Multiple arms? Unsure. Maybe the futures are blurring together. Maybe it's the wrong type of Nāga.[/i] Her mind was racing with questions that either of her sights couldn't answer her with.[/center]