Faira looked to Rosaline as the doll-like woman spoke.

“You say that like it’s an every-day thing,” she muttered, running a hand through her long, brown hair and resisting the urge to reach out and see if the woman was made of the porcelain she looked to be.

As the roar seemed to grow louder, her breath caught in her throat as the gentle scrape of something large slithering through the ballroom mingled with the first sound. She subconsciously stepped toward Rosaline—who seemed the sanest in the group.

She gasped and looked over as something moved in her peripherals, but, like a ghost, it disappeared when she looked to it.

“This is [i]insane![/i]” Her voice squeaked slightly.

Faira screamed as the invisible force tossed Conna’Cel aside like a ragdoll. As the sounds of the invisible foe indicated that it charged toward her and Marianne, Faira took a few frightened steps backwards, her eyes straining to see what they just could not. She spared Marianne a disbelieving glance at the woman’s reaction to the invisible monster.

Extending her palms shakily in front of her, she took a deep breath and, careful to avoid Rosaline, commanded flames to rise around where she thought the creature was, hoping to create a wall of blazing heat. Though the flames refused to rise to the intensity she demanded, they still licked dangerously in a half-circle in front of her and Rosaline. She welcomed the release of power tingling through her, ever conscious of the flow as she tried to keep it under her control, instead of the other way around.