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[sup][color=eaa4be]Day 1 [Night]
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[sup][color=eaa4be]Harold's Academy [Main Ballroom][/color][/sup]
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[sup][color=eaa4be][@Mirandae] Tessa Vellhart
[@Silver Carrot] Lhoren Ashdale
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[color=eaa4be]﹂[/color]	Tessa leaned in towards Lhoren, the melody in the mentor's voice underpinned by a hint of modesty yet laced with playful ripples, all enveloped in the delicate hue of her signature pink. "[color=eaa4be]Oh stop, sweetie -- it was really nothing,[/color]" she chuckled. Tessa had the propensity to blush like a cherry blossom kissed by the first rays of dawn when praised or even remotely appreciated. "[color=eaa4be]If anyone is amazing here, then it's certainly you.[/color]" Tessa radiated, happy to be back at the Academy again with her students. She swayed her hips subtly to the hypnotic rhythm of the music being performed. Her movements, just enough to rustle the layers of her opulent gown, mimicked a gentle breeze playing across a tranquil meadow. Her demeanor exuded an infectious effervescence, a liveliness and sparkle that could melt the most disciplined and hardened of individuals.

[color=eaa4be]﹂[/color]	A torrent of affection coursed through Tessa at the sight of her Home Class students. It was a phenomenon that never seemed to stop, nor did she want it to. Tessa's attention turned to Sylvia, maternal instincts inherent to her mentorship role firing up in full. "[color=eaa4be]Everyone made it out alright,[/color]" she said, her lips unfurling into an inviting smile. Sylvia's comment about the smokey scent still clinging to her clothes inspired a delightful giggle from Tessa, her laughter a melodious lullaby floating above the music, symbolizing her casual acceptance of the situation. "[color=eaa4be]Very eventful, indeed. Getting this dress on and running in these shoes was by far more dreadful![/color]" Tessa exclaimed, her laughter cascading like a waterfall, underscoring the paradoxical reality where fashion posed a greater challenge than a brush with death. She playfully hoisted her dress to reveal her audacious stilettos, the glittering monstrosities adding a theatrical eight inches to her stature. "[color=eaa4be]I really should’ve gone with different shoes,[/color]" she mused, her laughter enveloping her words like a veil. The surreal struggle to maintain her rhythmic sway in her towering heels added an endearing charm to her persona.

[color=eaa4be]﹂[/color]	"[color=eaa4be]So, did y'all dance yet?[/color]" Tessa asked, her fingers effortlessly matching the pulse of the music, her movements a visual sonnet. "[color=eaa4be]I should probably say ‘hello’ to everyone, but damn am I vibing with this – Upperton is such an icon, a great singer, and an amazing woman.[/color]" Her words sang an anthem of admiration for the performing artist, her smile radiating a brilliance that matched the starry night.

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