[b]Sayanastia![/b]

Is this what she wants? 

Her thoughts are so ponderous. She feels like she must mark every twist and turn of the moment as the price of articulating them. The flash and parry of heartblades and skateboards, the pounding music, and through it all singular adoration that rises above every lesser distraction. Is this what she would turn her course for? For love?

The thought bends around her like light. Of course not. Never for love. That sword has broken against her scales too many times. She rises above it.

She rises above everything.

She lifts herself above the dance and the disorder. This [i]music[/i]. She snarls and slashes it from her ears. Music! At this hour! What wretched cur is playing this music? In this place? Who is playing this music driving everyone to dance and war? Every one of her cursed puppets is lost to it! The old coward, the crownless king, the untied ribbon, the wooden sword, the forgotten neighbour, and now the ocean deer! As soon as they become hers they become [i]its[/i]! 

"DO YOU THINK I DO NOT SEE YOUR STRINGS!?" Sayanastia roars at the stars.

And she opens her mouth and unleashes the might of the Void at the tablet playing the music. A crushing, warping silence rips through it, boiling it to nothing. She sweeps the line of violet nothing across the dancers, across the party, across this hideous castle and its hideous cultists with all the wrath born of SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPILLKILLYOUIFYOUDONTSHUTUUUUUUUUUUPPPPPPPPPPP

[Giving in to desire]