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[h3][color=40ceb6][i]Ivory[/i][/color][/h3]
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[b]Location:[/b] [i]Church of Midway[/i]
[b]Notes:[/b] [i]Interacting with[/i] [b]Caeleo[/b]
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The dust of the impact stirred around Ivory and the murmur of the crowd made it difficult for her to hear the conversation ahead of her. Vulcure's guard was persistent in keeping the crowd back. The push of those behind her who were curious in combination with the resistance of those in front of her caused Ivory to feel slightly claustrophobic. She strained to listen to what was being said on stage but very few words were audible from where she stood. A Naga pushed up against her back, breathing down her neck. She tried to turn to see if it was the same one from the apothecary earlier, since there weren't too many in the room anyway, but there wasn't enough space to look. "Caeleo?" She caught Vulcure say. [color=40ceb6][i]Caeleo? Was that the name of the Star?[/i][/color] Ivory glanced around to see if Sapphira had stuck with her but it was difficult to see a Fae in a crowd because of their height. The commotion on stage held her attention anyway. 

[color=c17913]"...conflict brewing in ithica..."[/color] she heard the Nebula say. Flashbacks of her family's ministry work in the ithica area brewed frustration inside of her. Her family knew nothing of her vampirisim and at times, it wore on her. Other than her encounter with Xen, Ivory had yet to come across another vampire. It was a lonely existence. She often considered seeking Xen out if not for anything other than companionship, but she wasn't even sure if he was alive. Sure, there were rumors of his pillaging and other infamous acts, but she also knew how greatly stories could be exaggerated, especially if Xen desired it. 

"People of Delteria!" Vulcure's call snapped her attention back into place. [color=40ceb6][i]A conflict in ithica? Isn't that what the Nebula had said?[/i][/color] ithica was well known for being the island where Storxx and Rolark called home. If the new Nebula's first thought was to mention a conflict, it must be serious. Maybe serious enough for Elk herself to make an appearance. Excitement sparked inside of Ivory. This could finally be her shot. 

[color=40ceb6]"Excuse me,"[/color] she said, pushing past those in the crowd in an attempt to make her way to the new fallen Star. She took another second to see if Sapphira was still with her but her search came up empty. The Fae would find her eventually. Or not. At this point, Ivory was apathetic either way. While she weaved through the mass of people, she tried to come up with a reason why Caeleo would want her to join him in ithica...if that's even what his intention was. Her mind drew a blank and doubt started to creep inside her. She was being brash and she knew it. A few people scowled when she moved by them. Ashen seemed to naturally allow her space, likely in fear of public chastisement. She tried not to stare them in the face as she murmured [color=40ceb6]"pardon me"[/color]. By now she was outside, only a few feet from the edge of where the guard was holding people off. [color=40ceb6][i]What am I doing?[/i][/color] She hesitated, racked with indecision. Suddenly, an idea came to her. She called out without thinking, [color=40ceb6]"Caeleo!"[/color] She prayed to the Goddess that her voice would be heard. [color=40ceb6]"Caeleo! I'd like to offer you a Welcome Blessing on behalf of the people of Delteria!"[/color]