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Morgan’s blush didn’t go unnoticed. So innocent, so tempting. But innocence wasn’t very useful to an unseelie faerie. [i]Lust would taste so much better.[/i] Piper grinned wickedly and Kiara smiled at her. Perhaps the girl would be more fun? Morgan introduced her as his sister, to which she promptly shoved him towards Kiara and insisted that he’d love to dance.

[color=7ea7d8]“Um.. Well then… Let’s dance? I guess?”[/color] he stammered awkwardly. [color=ed1c24]“You guess?”[/color] Kiara teased him with a laugh that sounded like tiny, tinkling bells. [color=ed1c24]“My goodness, this place is so dull! It needs more faeries!”[/color] That much was true, Kiara had yet to meet another faerie at Rosa Claire, and boy was she looking! Perhaps that was for the best, though, what if she had met one and they turned out to be some seelie scum? Kiara nearly growled in disgust. But, there was the matter of flustered boy in front of her right now, whose feet were much to still, and she [i]needed[/i] to do something about that. 

[color=ed1c24]“Come, leave your guessing behind…”[/color] Kiara insisted as she took hold of his wrists and tugged him towards the dancefloor. [color=ed1c24]“A few moments with me, and you’ll never want to stop.”[/color] her tone was a seductive purr. Once among the crowd of dancing students, Kiara let go of his wrists and began to move to the beat of the music. The cool stone felt heavenly beneath her bare feet as spun around Morgan, always keeping at least one body part of hers in contact with him as they danced, much like a tango. Dancing with a faerie was enchanting and hypnotic, often leaving both partners with an overwhelming sense of euphoria. Back home, it was common practice for unseelie faeries to steal the humans that they found prettiest, and bring them back to Faerûn. The faeries would then tempt the humans with faerie foods which, after a single bite, would bind the humans to the faerie realm, where they would forever dance and play as the faeries watched, like one might admire the scene in a snowglobe. It was a cruel practice, but the unseelie were never known for their kindness.

The song came to a close and the crowd of students stilled their bodies in preparation for the next song. Kiara looked up to the rather tall warlock and her eyes shifted from yellow to a red color that was slightly deeper than her hair. Standing up on tiptoes, Kiara was able to plant a butterfly kiss on his cheek. She pinched the feathers on both sides of her dress as she curtsied before him. [color=ed1c24]“Thank you for the dance.”[/color] she said. Ever the slave to her unseelie temperament, Kiara flitted off to chase her next passion, leaving poor Morgan dazed and in the dust. 

As most dances did, this ball offered a host of finger-foods and refreshments, and this little faerie had a hankering for something sweet. Kiara browsed the selection and decided on trying something labeled ‘strawberries’. They were small, red fruits that somewhat resembled yelkies from back home, except yelkies were bright purple. Kiki was just about to try a nibble when a more mouthwatering scent reached her nose. [i]Violence, bloodlust… [b]war[/b].[/i] Kiara looked to the source of the delicious aromatic assault: a tall, proud woman who stood beside Laurel across the room.

[color=8493ca]“War calls to you, doesn’t it?” [/color]a deep, familiar voice asked from behind her. Kiara’s eyes widened, [i]could it be?[/i]  [color=8493ca]“That’s my blood in your veins.”[/color] he explained.

Before she could even take a bite, the ‘strawberry’ fell from Kiara’s fingers with a [i]plop[/i]. Shocked, she turned slow on her heels until her eyes met her [url=http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g168/sephirothswoman/cefc2966-5003-42aa-a3d7-ae11dfb0d12f_zpsec569916.jpg]father’s[/url]. His hair glistened like silver moonlight and his pale skin mirrored that of her own. Cynbel was a breathtaking representation of all the ferocity and beauty of the Unseelie Court. After a few moments of speechlessness, Kiara managed to squeak out a single word.

[color=ed1c24]“Daddy!”[/color] Kiara chirped before throwing her scrawny arms around him. Cynbel chuckled and kissed the top of her head. He ran his hands down her arms and separated their hug enough so that he could get a good look at her. [color=8493ca]"By all the gods… you look just like her.”[/color] His voice was rapt with emotion as he studied her, curling a lock of her cherry red hair around his finger. Kiara directed her gaze to the floor in shame. [color=8493ca]“But not just that,” [/color]Cynbel continued and tilted her chin up so he could look once more into her eyes, smiling with pride. [color=8493ca]“Your beauty would make Queen Morrigan herself green with envy.”[/color] That brought forth a smile and even a small blush from Kiara.

A slower song began to play and Cynbel extended a gloved hand to his daughter. [color=8493ca]“Care to share a dance with your old man?”[/color] Kiara wanted nothing more…

The pairs of dancing students and alumni gave Cynbel and Kiara a wide berth as they swayed to the soft music. Seeing the two of them together, it was no question where Kiara had inherited her aura of menace. Kiara closed her eyes and rested her head against her father’s ornate breastplate, savoring each and every moment with him as they danced. He had told her that he could only stay for a song or two but his presence, however brief, meant the world to the daughter he only saw a few times a year.

[color=8493ca]“Should I introduce myself?”[/color] Cynbel’s voice caused her eyes to snap open once again. [color=ed1c24]“To whom?” [/color]Kiara mumurred. [color=8493ca]“The man staring at staring at us.”[/color] Kiki was about to ask a humorous, yet relevant question: ‘which one?’ before her father added, [color=8493ca]“He's about my height with long black and red hair…”[/color] Kiara froze up, if only slightly. [color=ed1c24]“Oh! No. No... that won’t be necessary.”[/color] she said, trying to sound nonchalant, but failing completely.

[color=8493ca]“Oh [i]reealllyy[/i]?”[/color] Cynbel mused.