She felt like she was back in the Acadamy. The beautiful ball gowns graced the well polished marble floor as the dancing took off, yet she was left alone, without a suitor and without a proper dress she was left to the side wall, opposite the band. Even the Kerra noble that survived the night had began to dance with an Erudite.

She cursed inward and vowed never to wear such whorelike garments again. Easily she slipped into the shadows of the room, making her way towards the door. One of the guards decided to stop her though, placing a hand on her shoulder and escorting her back to the ballroom floor.

She felt like a prisoner, as sure all the others did. Viena would cast an invisibility spell, but she stood out and now had the attention of the ceremonial platewearing guards that lined the wall.

Spitting out a quiet curse, she blushed and glanced around the room once more, looking for someone, if anyone to dance with, so she didn't feel so alone.