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[color=1a7b30]Time:[/color] Evening
[color=1a7b30]Location:[/color] Roshmi Hall
[color=1a7b30]Interaction: N/A[/color]
[color=1a7b30]Mentions: [@princess] Risa [@Alivefalling] Kyran [@Dezuel] Terneus [@FunnyGuy] Umber [@13org] Ayita[/color]
[color=1a7b30]Mood:[/color] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qZ7wgDLZYqw]Song she’s humming[/url][/center]

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Elsea’s dance with Malachi had been a nice dance, but rather uneventful since the two had met each other previously. They’d mostly made small talk, but avoided saying anything that would pertain to her being human or of the rebellion. Those subjects weren’t needed to be discussed between the two and it was quite honestly safer not to speak of such things here unless they absolutely had to. So the dance ended and the two went on their way.

She knew she should probably reconvene with her friends, but she quite honestly needed some air. She was still feeling bad about her dance with the demi-human named Kuroi and then the amount of people in the hall were becoming a bit overwhelming to her. This was still the most people gathered in one place she’d ever seen in her life. So she made her way over to the refreshments table briefly, grabbing herself a glass of mead, and then glanced around the hall once more to try and spot Risa and Kyran. She didn’t spend too long doing this, however, before she made her way out to the balcony.

There were surprisingly a few people outside on the balcony as well, but she didn’t mind. One was the light elf man who’d made a fool of himself earlier and she decided he was the one she’d try to avoid interacting with. Then there was the man that had greeted them as they entered and another dark haired elven woman. She stood between the latter two, quite a few feet distance between them. She’d given the woman a friendly smile, noting that she seemed a little upset herself. She didn’t say anything, however, as she didn’t want to disturb the woman. Instead she turned to stare out over the balcony, enjoying the cool nights air on her face.

She began humming a little tune to herself, one that her mother used to sing to her when she was younger, and a small sadness gripped at her. She missed her family, her mother especially, but then her mind went to her last day there on Earth. Being dragged along in chains, her own people looking at her with such hatred, and then the vision of the pyre she was to be burned on. A brief moment of anger overcame her as she thought about it all. If only she could have her magic there, then she’d use that same fire that she was once so frightened of to burn them all. That fire that now coursed through her veins and had become a comfort, a dear friend almost. She would have loved to watch the hatred on their faces turn into pure fear of her.