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As people wandered about, chatting or dancing along to the music, shifting through the crowds, Saranja found herself with an arm wrapped around a daughter of Hades, still feeling his stare on every tuft of fur and stood-up hair as chills ran down her with the force of gravity, threatening to pull her down hard for a moment - and then there was nothing again, and she felt like she was floating before she realized she'd been stood entirely still the whole time, and silent to boot. As soon as the feeling passed, she began to drift into the other conversations around the room, listening in intently. She adopted a look of concentration, picking together the voices and matching them to the names (and partial faces) she had in her head as she struggled to keep up with conversation. For each word said there was another twenty rattling off in a possible future that leaked in and tried to make itself indistinguishable from the present.

She was brought back to earth and anchored by Ash simply asking over her. She sprung into a smile that could be described as 'a bit much' for having just been asked how she was. [color=a187be]"Son of Morpheus. I'm doing well, thank you. Trying my best to mingle."[/color] She looked over to Jackie and Ebbo as they surrounded the Nāga. She had questions too, but she saw the different possibilities for romance that tonight could bring. Her questions could survive the night unanswered. As if having forgotten to, she kissed Hayley ontop of her head and took another drink from her cup. [color=a187be]"How does the night fare for you? I hope she is kinder yet than to bid you to bed - there's a lot of interesting people in this room."[/color] She had the upper hand in that aspect, though, having been 'mingling' in her downtime, working the room without ever saying a word to someone. The downside to it all was that she looked [i]exhausted[/i] from her little time spent dancing and talking in the room, even bringing a hand to her mouth to stifle a yawn. As soon as the yawn was over, she turned her head just to interject into the other conversation for a moment. "[color=a187be]I'm Saranja of Pelasgia. It's a pleasure, Rodeo Colton of the Nāga[/color]" She gave time for a pleasantry to be shot back, but was quick to return back to her conversation with Ash, not wanting to be rude!

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