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[h1][color=f49ac2]Amaris Marivaldi[/color][/h1]
[sub]Mentions: [color=d42cf9]Smol Dennis[/color] [@Achronum][/sub]
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Amaris was taken slightly by surprise at Dennis’... well, surprise. Her request was apparently a lesser common one despite the many applications such an ability could have. While she understood the fear behind having someone poking around one’s thoughts uninvited, the backlash the boy was used to was beyond anything she could have imagined. The countess opened her mouth to say something but was quickly silenced by the mage latching onto her arm tightly. It wasn’t enough to hurt her by any means, but it was definitely enough to discern the severity of the situation.

“[color=f42cf9]Someone’s dead. Holy fuck, Eris was next to a dead body?! There are three dead bodies… That’s…[/color]” Amaris’ eyes snapped to the boy, her hand cupping the boy’s mouth gently as she led him aside from the shuffling crowds. She allowed him to continue to hold on to her but had positioned them in a way where neither of their lips could be read from nearby festival goers. Despite his whispers, all it would take was one wayward phrase to spread panic and make an already bad situation even worse.

She stood beside him silently for a few moments, paralyzed by the new information. There were many dangers to the programs offered by schools such as this, however, there were just as many, if not more, safeguards put into place to prevent anything more than major injury. Not only that but three? Three deaths and an evacuation of the surrounding area… The individual responsible might not be in custody just yet if they were going that far.

“[color=f49ac2]They were mages weren’t they? Are you going to be okay Dennis?[/color]” Amaris asked, removing her hand from his mouth to lay it comfortingly on the boy’s shoulder. There was no way for her to know the severity of the situation but she instantly regretted having asked him to look into something so distressing. Still, now was not the time to give in to such feelings. If her assumptions were correct, they were not safe where they stood and would likely stand out to the authorities if they failed to vacate the ballroom as requested.

“[color=f49ac2]I need you to listen to me very carefully. You know nothing of what is going on outside, you are just mildly inconvenienced by having your night interrupted by the malfunction. You can process this once we can get outside and to somewhere a little more private. Can you do that?[/color]” The countess’ question was poorly punctuated by the realization that her own response to the news was a pair of darkened irises. Amaris had to close her eyes and focus a moment before reopening them to their ‘normal’ cheery hue, hoping that the shift in colors was not misinterpreted by the mage as being at him.