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[hr][sub][color=FFB7C5]MASQUERADE BALL
[color=white]LOCATION:[/color] PALACE OF THE GODS [color=white]-[/color] EXITING THE GARDEN[/color][/sub]
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Nieve, about to ask why on earth he would detach so swiftly, stopped herself as she took in his slightly darker complexions. [color=FFB7C5][i]'Something is wrong.'[/i][/color] Nieve looked back in their original direction as she took in behind Roshan's steps and music. There was only the faintest idea, yet she kept her lips shut. In this moment, the only worry she had was Roshan, the being who was using his mother's bones to soothe the atmosphere. Without a word, she slipped past Roshan and started walking faster, turning her head just enough for him to see the small, encouraging smile on her face.

[color=FFB7C5]"Come on,"[/color] she murmured. [color=FFB7C5]"Just follow me."[/color] Leading the duo on an alternative path back to the ballroom, avoiding whatever dangers Roshan sensed. Constantly checking whether he was behind her in the corners of her eyes, Nieve kept a small smile plastered on, greeting the few servants who'd past by. And for those few, there was only awe in their faces as they beheld Roshan's divine song. 

As they walked the detour, Nieve battled the constant curiousity of her inner mind. There was many questions for him, but she couldn't well interrupt his song. Nieve slowed her steps just enough for him to catch up beside her. The melody still curled around them like mist, soft and warm but strained at the edges. [color=FFB7C5]"Roshan..."[/color] she whispered softly, looking at him with concerned eyes.

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[CENTER][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5609844]Character Sheet[/url] 
[hr][sub][color=7F00FF]MASQUERADE BALL
[color=white]LOCATION:[/color] PALACE OF THE GODS [color=white]-[/color] HALLWAY[/color][/sub]
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As soon as the ballroom scene left her peripheries, Morrígan left with shoes dangling from two fingers the moment she was out of sight from the humans and fellow gods. It had felt too long in there, the conversations too sharp and sweet, and the politeness felt like a cage around her lungs.

Morrígan padded barefoot down the corridor towards her assigned room, relishing the coolness of the floor. A small yawn cracked her composure. But frankly, she could care less. She wondered if there was something else to the event, but forgot. She'll ask the maids, but otherwise, as a non-important god (or so she believes), no-one will miss her. A small tug on the heart. Morrígan pressed her lips together. 
[center][hr][sub][color=7F00FF][color=white]LOCATION:[/color] PALACE OF THE GODS [color=white]-[/color] MÓR-RÍOGHAN'S ROOM[/color][/sub]
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Pushing the large door open, the room greeted Morrígan with dim lights and the caress of the evening glow shining through the fragmented glass windows. A faint scent of lavender floated through the air from the satchel the servants left on every pillow. It was simple and quiet - everything that the ballroom had not been.

[color=7F00FF]"Finally..."[/color] she muttered under her breath, tossing her shoes onto the nearest chair. They landed in an ungrateful heap, and she didn't bother fixing them. Morrígan floated towards the bed, and as quiet as her merciful hums, she fell on top of the covers, not bothering to tuck herself in. With a final thought of a 'nap', Morrígan let herself get carried away in a dream.
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