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[color=AC5FFB]Time:[/color]Late Afternoon
[color=AC5FFB]Location:[/color] Roshmi Hall
[color=AC5FFB]Interactions:[/color][@Alivefalling][@Tae]
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There was no grand entrance, nor announcement as Risa made her way into the room with natural poise and elegance. Once eyes were set on her, they lingered. The sparkles and jewels on her gown and in her headpiece shimmered under the chandelier lights. The [url=https://i.ibb.co/KFshnNT/2.png]dress[/url], similar to the clothes of the man who had just finished up announcing from the balcony as she entered, was clearly more expensive than the norm and extremely intricate in design and the sleeves were translucent and off the shoulder, also shimmering a bit in the light. Even her [url=https://i.ibb.co/pKVj3rL/81-Fhm3pid-AL.png]mask[/url] seemed to have expensive jewels. In other words, it was old money. This type of clothing was exclusively worn by the royals of the past.

[color=bc8dbf]"Queen Camellia?"[/color] Hushed whispers of the elder fairies and even that of other species came over the room. She could almost catch her own name being thrown into the mix of their gossip. Risa knew that showing up in the dress of her grandmother in the city where the guards wanted her head was a bold and reckless move. There was fear she couldn't quite shake no matter how determined she was, causing her to grip her skirt to try to hide her trembling hands. She refused to let it show. There was no need for her to hide no longer. That dark elf had been so keen on forcing her right into the center of the mess so here she'd be. They would not usher her into hiding any longer. It was her blood they feared so she'd wear it on the outside of her skin. 

Risa had not expected to garner as much attention as she did and decided to embrace it with a simple smile. A few continued staring and whispering, but most continued with their own business. She turned around to look for Kyran and Elsea, who would have entered not long after her. 

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[color=0072bc][b]Time: [/b][/color]Late Afternoon
[color=0072bc][b]Location: [/b][/color]Roshmi Hall
[color=0072bc][b]Interactions:[/b][/color][@Tae][@Potter]
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[color=8dc73f]”Well what is a handsome man like yourself doing standing here all alone? Perhaps you’d care for some company?”[/color] 

A smile crossed Malachi's face at the voice and he turned to stare. Kenia had certainly chosen a dress that stood out. The golden wrap that came along with it was rather lovely but he found himself unable to pay too much attention to her attire but rather found his eyes traveling to her face. He had barely noticed Corvina hugging him enough to retort at her for doing so, hugging her back. It crossed his mind to make sure his mouth wasn't gaping open, which it was a little, and simply took her hand and kissed the back of her palm in greeting.  

[color=0072bc]"I'm glad to see you two safe. Remember the objective for tonight and try not to get too caught up in everything."[/color] He told them. He paused as to listen to the well-dressed man speaking from the balcony. His words were about the dumb dancing arrangements that were set up beginning in twenty minutes. What really mattered was his strangely expensive clothing. Who was this man? He stared at him skeptically, looking him up and down for a moment before glancing back at the two girls [color=0072bc]"Alright ladies. Go pick up a slip from those folk with the bowls. This will be our chance to possibly find some... "[/color]He drew off as he spoke to them in a hushed voice. [color=0072bc]"Friends. Try to avoid that idiot governor if possible."[/color]

Malachi glanced back toward the room to see everyone staring at the entrance. He too glanced in the direction to see a familiar head of pink in a captivating gown that brought back memories buried deep in his old mind. Fairies had been as obnoxious as elves when it came to the royal ball attire, especially in the ancient days.  A rush of whispering and talking overcame the crowd. [color=0072bc]"What is she doing..."[/color] He muttered. 

How the dress of the last fairy queen had lasted after all these years was beyond him, but more importantly, why hadn't Risa worn something more inconspicuous? Why was she being so upfront? The girl had seemed young and ignorant to a point, but not this foolish. There had to be some sort of plan. She was lucky that absolutely no magic could be used in this ballroom. It was also customary that all violence never be a thing in events of this sort. The fairy girl had an angle.