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[h3][b][color=a55fb8]L[/color]ILAC [color=a55fb8]S[/color]HIMMER[/b][/h3][/center]

Lilac appeared in beside Nessie for the briefest of moments, blowing a kiss which sent ethereal petals of light scattering about. [color=a55fb8]"Marvelous, you've trulyshowntruegracean-!"[/color] Possessed not of the power of flight, Lilac had jumped, and mistimed exactly how much time she would have to hang at the apex of her jump and talk before plummeting back to the earth below.

After a dull *thwumph*, Lilac cupped her hands around her mouth. [color=a55fb8]"Don't worry if you fall, us magical girls are real tough! Oh, and- of course, Lumiere's got it.[/color] Her yelling turned to whispers as the scene developed.

Now with Pageless gone, Lilac looked around her to herself, and fetched her loyal royal blade from the place it had fallen. It was a little out of the way and Lilac almost relished the opportunity to be out of the main scene. The big magical girls seemed to be a little upset with each other and Lilac wasn't sure she wanted to be part of that. Lilac's eyes flitted from place to place. [color=a55fb8]"Camelot?"[/color] A knot formed in her stomach, perhaps at the sight, perhaps from the crash of all the swirling emotions and adrenaline coming down. Probably both really. Camelot always just felt like.. Her but better. A legend where she was a fable. 

Lilac shook her head, as if that could dislodge such thoughts from it. She clutched Joyeuse tight, like it were a teddy bear instead, turning her back on the scene. She had done everything she needed to, right? Make a flashy introduction, fight with honor, aid the new magical girl without stealing the spotlight. That was how the story was supposed to happen, right? Unlike Camelot or Lumiere, Lilac didn't think it was or wasn't appropriate for a Magical Girl to defeat the great Pageless in their first battle for reasons of learning or experience. Lilac believed that was how it was supposed to be because that was how stories worked. And stories clearly had a power in this world.

Breathing deeply, she dismissed Joyeuse and began to make her way back to Merrywell. Everything was ok. Her kingly demeanor might have slipped a little bit as the battle wore on, but first impressions were more important anyway. She hadn't made anybody mad, so, all in all, it was still a good day, right?