Matters of the heart

Sephora finally stopped dancing. When her feet had begun to ache and her back began to protest, from repeatedly lifting her arms, and doing ridiculous back-bends. She'd sat herself down along one of the banquette tables, amongst all the food and sweets, admiring her people as they laughed and drank and ate.

All things considered, she was most impressed with her dress - it was more flexible than she'd realised. It hadn't even ripped, despite the fast sharp movements she'd been making along the cobblestones, and the children that had clung to her. Sephora had also been pleasantly surprised with the Shadow's dancing skills. Ravyn had danced with whoever she could get her hands on, some young males, a shy elderly female, she'd even a spun a few children around - all the while grinning from ear-to-ear, looking like she'd never been so happy in her life.

Sephora herself felt much better, her soul felt lighter than it had been all day, and for a few moments she felt at peace and didn't even