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Tania was completely unfazed by Bradamante's gaze. The mischievous fey simply giggled and waved at the sentinel, giving him a wide grin as the new arrivals continued their interactions. So many new people. So many new stories to collect. Surely these new arrivals had some to tell themselves. Even a Viedish! A rare sight - reminded her of the trees of her home. Maybe she'd go say hi, heh. She had seen maybe...one before? Live a hundred years and sometimes your memory gets a little fuzzy, heh.

The ever so fashionably late Mister R soon walked into the entry hall, descending down from the staircase. Slow, graceful steps led him down to the floor with the others. [i]Boring[/i]. Tania yawned, idly swinging her legs over the ledge of the paintings frame. Ah, he could at least make a little more bombastic entrance. Maybe a little flair? A bit of music? An accompanying trumpet. He really should learn how too or people are gonna think he's just a pushover. If it was her, she'd have an entire illusory band with her, hahah!

Silently continuing to watch, she made a quick mental note of their names. Stephanie, Ar'oa, and Asri. Good to know, heh. Hmm, now what to do, what to do. She should liven this party up a bit or it was going to be an entirely drab, boring, uneventful affair. She could mess with R, but that would be a terrible idea on all accounts. She already played with one of the new girls a bit, so she needed a new target. Hrm. Hmmm.

[color=598527]"Torann."[/color]

A simple wave of her head, and the spell was cast. A simple thing, made specifically for auditory illusions. Every time R would attempt to speak from here on out, Tania would play a random sound ranging from a bird call to random nonsense being spoken.

It was never said anywhere Tania was a masterful maker of good decisions.