[color=f49ac2][b]Mary T’ashar[/b][/color] 

At first, still fearing her head may suddenly be removed from her shoulders, Mary dared to only look away from the Priest with only her eyes to the other person who with a flat masculine tone, whispered from their chair that they were in Mary's same position. When the voice then bid her to come sit next to them did Mary turn to look at the speaker; staring back at her was a pale face lovingly decorated with freckles,  bright and wild brown eyes shone between locks of brown hair curling just past the ears.

[color=f49ac2]“Lady Gwynn!?”[/color] Recognition momentarily shattered her sense of fear. She was so stunned at seeing the girl, now a woman, seated before her that she didn’t even follow the instruction she had been given. [color=f49ac2]“What are you-”[/color]

The Priest, Mother Dula, like an eagle dove upon the rising murmurs of conversation, and Mary felt like a vole in a field as she was given a look of utter contempt. Then came the explanation of where she was, why she was there, and what was expected of her. A glance behind her confirmed that the Guards were, unfortunately, still by the resolutely closed doors. Another glance to the sides of the atrium offered some promise by way of tall empty windows if only she were able to reach them or even knew what was on the other side…

[color=f49ac2][i]This is insane. A Dragon Rider! Me, a Dragon Rider! Even if this wasn’t all poppycock I’m not tall enough to ride a horse let alone a Dragon![/i][/color] Mary took several deep breathes as she followed the forming queue towards the front, towards the stage, towards the bowl that would decide her fate. [color=f49ac2][i]I have to get out of here. I have to get us both out of here.[/i][/color] 

In a horribly short amount of time Mary found herself on the stage before Mother Dula who she resolved to avoid eye contact with at all costs. Mary scurried back down from the stage after snatching her paper, the Egg resting on its pedestal made her pause for a moment. Onnce back on the main floor she opened the folded piece.

3, the number written in ink gazed up at her. She crumbled the paper in hand and resisted the urge to look for her assigned table.

[color=f49ac2]“Lady Gwynn. Follow me.”[/color] She hurried over and begun dragging the young lady behind her by the wrist, proper etiquette be dammed!

Trying to find some semblance of a private corner beneath the numerous eyes from the guards, Priests, and the figures in the boxes above, Mary lead them towards a vacant work table. Notably this table seemed roughly the right height for Mary’s stature instead of Gwynns, and set up with a neat array of chisels, hammers, brushes, and other tools Mary had no name for.

She let go of Gwynns wrist and in a hushed whisper said,[color=f49ac2]“I’m sorry for that Lady Gwynn, and for not recognising you sooner, you have grown much since I last saw you. But what are you doing here? Did they hurt you? Are you okay?”[/color]