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Strange Response Lucas glanced over the final page of the paper he had written. It was way too in depth and had to be cut somewhere. He leant back to read the piece one more time. However the lack of activism in the news for these past two years while The Luna Princess was being built might in fact be a ploy in order to lower defenses. As has been seen in the incident at Setter's Creek when there has been a lowering of activist behaviour it often leads to a de-escalation of security measures. In fact in times that lack civil unrest even the nobility themselves will push back against the stringent measures their security teams might wish to employ. For example just recently Lady Moonflower abused a security officer who asked to check the bags of one of her employees. This employee was at the time not with her but she still felt this to somehow be a vast injustice. One can presume then, if this is not an isolated case, that security forces have adjusted their procedures accordingly. As

Clingy Callista stepped out of the limousine gently resting her hand on Frederico's arm. This evening she was dressed in a long ballgown of rich red. The off the shoulder design was complemented by her shoulder length hair falling in soft waves. Around her waist was a tight set of golden medallions designed to accentuate her shape. On her hair rested a crown of gold and rubies. And her neck was adorned with a simple golden chain supporting a star of gold. Her eyes today complimented the dress by being an unsettling shade of ruby red flecked with shards of gold, the contacts in question actually used true gold leaf for this effect. Frederico was dressed today in a suit of pure white. His vest peeked out from under the well cut jacket with an enticing glint of ruby satin. In his breast pocket was a pocket square made from a red satin threaded with true golden embroidery in a paisley design. His bow tie was a black threaded with red and gold in complex designs. The moment they both

Lucas Lucas dived to the side forcing the ball away from the goal. Lucas trotted over the side and was handed a bottle of water. Lean and muscled he had dark golden skin and almost black hair. His hair was cut so it brushed his shoulders and as her grabbed the bottle he pushed the sweaty strands back from dark brown eyes. His jaw was square and his mother always said strong. A girl reached forward to give him a towel, he quickly dried himself then reached forward to grab her. He lifted her up and spun her around. "We did it." He said with a laugh, embracing her. She laughed back, "You're in the semifinals." Lucas smiled and put her down and looked her over. Many people told him they were an odd couple. Her skin was very pale, her curly hair a bright red-orange. She was wearing a white sundress and a big floppy white sunhat. Some of the other team members clapped him on the shoulder, interrupting his thoughts. "You coming to get a drink with the rest of us?" "Of course, why would

Tickets Callista settled her skirts around her as she sat down. Patting down the teal silk she glanced at the mirror and rearranged her golden hair and checked the effect of her purple eyes with the outfit. "You don't have to worry so much when its just me." Callista smiled when the smooth deep voice interrupted her thoughts. She glanced up at the older man who'd just entered. He was a tall man whose ash brown hair was tending towards just ash. His eyes were a soft brown and his smile genuine. He was dressed in a deep blue suit with a white shirt underneath, but he was not currently wearing a tie. "Hello Father, I just like to keep in practice." Callista fluttered her eyelashes at him, "What did you need me for?" Her father sat down at his desk and pulled an envelope out, "You've heard of The Luna Princess?" "Isn't that some big project some other families are working on?" Her father sighed, "I wish you would pay attention to the business a little more. The Luna Princess is the

AKA Illiamdia (female) or Imdrin (male) Dia was born female, the first daughter of the youngest niece of the Matron of the house Arabett. Her first 20 years were standard for a drow, respected because she was female but treated with little love. She hated herself at times, while at other times found herself comfortable in her own skin. At age 21 this feeling intensified and drew the attention of Corellon. He has not told her whether giving his “blessing” to a drow was a mistake, he merely called it a gift, she called it a curse. Already a shrewd political player she was able to hide it with some basic make up and more reserved clothing, claiming the wind over the water chilled her. At 25 she earned the name Illiamdia and entered training, but not as a priestess like most females of nobility. Instead she followed the path male drow would, training for 5 years as a warrior and then for 5 as a wizard. At the end of her wizard’s training she was considered very strong in enchantment and