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AEDRE- DARK NATION QUEEN

Aedre smiled briefly feeling slightly aged on seeing the familiar scene before them once again. "Yes" she murmured before tilting her head to look up at him "Except i wont have to beat you with my heel this time- unless you want me to" she mused gesturing down to her high heel cladded feet. She remembered last time being thrown over his shoulder at the last minute like yesterdays kill trying to cause some injury with a high heeled sandal in one hand and presumably getting no where. Reminiscing, Aedre felt that their generation seemed bigger, they'd been youthful but she remembered Garion being something else entirely- some hulking monster from the underworld if she recalled correctly but what she meant was- they seemed more prepared- it seemed different this time- no one seemed ready. Perhaps that was how they had felt when she was at the gathering for her own purpose.
She caught the smile on Garion's lips and followed his line of sight to Stella and...that maid clowning around the ballroom.
'Clouds on high give me strength' she thought but felt her own lips upturning. Would she miss seeing her daughters laugh from a safe distance.

Aedre allowed her eyes to linger on stella, like she wanted to put away the scene for times when her daughters were absent. The queen gripped Garion's arm tighter giving him a weak smile. No doubt they were both feeling the weight of loss that resides just a few hours away.
"Is your sister not here" she murmured suggestively turning him away from Stella before he charged forth and swooped his daughters up in either arm and casaded from the ball declaring war on his way out.



GETHEN- DARK NATION PRINCESS

Gethen shot her brother a boisterous grin. "Of course you do. You've been booked to drag a cloud girl back to our kingdom later it'll take quite a few shots to get you smiling about it" she taunted with black humour.
She turned to Hanza with a smile "Hanza hear, hear have you ever seen this dashing chap around before he claims to be my brother" she exclaimed gesturing to Zenith with a wink. He certainly brushed up well.

Hanza already alittle red in the face from the heat blushed when Zenith pulled up beside both him and Gethen claiming to join them for a drink. He looked marvallous in the suit Hanza had spent hours picking fussing over what would look best on his prince. He'd picked rightly and would like to challenge any princess who didnt admire the prince. When Gethen rose up about Hanza having ever seen such a dashing chap the dance instructor fell into his usual routine of babbling nonsense.
"Well- I- I wouldnt say i recognise him in such a fine suit" Hanza managed to blurt much to Gethens openly displayed amusement. He was glad in some sense that she was smiling. Glad that he had both Gethen and Zenith in sight. His last sight.

They reached the bar and Gethen managed to command her way into the bar tenders sight who after picking up his bottom jaw from the floor served them drinks. She acknowledge vincent skulking at the bar head hung low over a drink and gave him what she considered a supportive slap on the back then turned herself towards Zenith taking a swig of her drink as hanza sipped his on her right. Gethen couldnt help but stare into every male face she saw giving most the false pretenses that she was interested in them- looking for something that screamed 'I live on a floating nation'

"Zenith- what are we to do. There is only so long we can go without bumping into our other halfs. What if mother or father betray us and point us out to them. How will we know its them even- everyone here looks the same" she muttered over the rim of her glass. Eyes flickering left she spotted Stella with ease contorting with two men that she naturally presumed were princes. She turned her eyes back to Zenith. All of them were at the bar save Stella.