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Thyrri stood in the corner watching the crowd. The colors swirled around, disrupted by brief flashes of light reflected by the expensive jewels. It was mesmerizing. Thyrri had tried some… not so legal substances before and the feeling she had back then was very similar, everything was bright and shiny, and the world turned around her at a nauseating speed. Leaning back against the wall she closed her eyes for a moment, concentrating on the soft music, which was barely distinguishable under the noise the people were making. She managed to regain her composure, or at least enough to look at the crowd again.

She didn’t see the queen anywhere near, which was probably a good thing, Thyrri was a bit too tired for a lecture on proper appearance and behavior for a member of the royal family. ‘Perhaps she is trying to find me a proper husband amongst our highly esteemed guests, so she could finally get rid off me. Ideally marry me off to some hellhole in Luthra.’ Thyrri had to suppress a very unprincess-like giggle, imagining the queen bribing a Luthran cutthroat to kindly marry her niece.

On her way to get her wineglass refilled Thyrri noticed Aamaya. She had to admit that while the extravagant display of wealth might have looked tasteless on other people, Aamaya wore it with graceful elegance, looking more beautiful than ever. Thyrri’s cousin was just talking to a Levonian girl who looked even more underdressed than Thyrri herself. A smile played on Thyrri’s lips when she headed to the princess and her guest. Finally, someone to her liking.

While waiting for them to finish their conversation, Thyrri had to hide her face in her palms when Aamaya asked about the blood baths. ‘By all the gods, cousin, do you really have to make us look like some illiterate barbarians in front of strangers?’ she thought, trying not to let a loud moan escape her lips. When Aamaya left Thyrri approached the princess. [color=fff200]“You have to excuse my cousin, she has worked very hard to make sure that every tiny aspect of the festival is perfect, and she is a bit exhausted. You must be princess Evangeline Townsend. Welcome to Exodus.” [/color]Thyrri gave a perfect curtsy. ‘Too bad the queen isn’t here to see me behaving like a true lady,’ a quick erratic thought ran through her mind and she smiled. [color=fff200]“My name is Thyrri. I hope you are enjoying the festival.”[/color] Somehow Thyrri doubted that. Princess Evangeline looked like she would enjoy a lot of things, but this classy party probably wouldn’t be one of them.