[colour=#C0C0C0][h2]Nathaniel Stormlight [/h2][/colour]
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[colour=#C0C0C0] Location:[/colour] Eye of the Beholder.  
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During Nathaniel's dance with the new woman, an entirely different sensation washed over him compared to his previous encounters with Eris. That wasn’t just a fleeting thrill; it was an electric spark that pulsed between them, though he recognized that it wasn't his magical affinity for electricity at play. As the rhythm of their movements swelled, the experience fell short, dimly lit by the lingering shadow of his thoughts about Eris.

Every so often, he found himself stealing glances toward the booth where Eris had been seated. A wave of uncertainty washed over him—had she been wishing to ask him to go to the dance floor once more? Just as he allowed the thought to take root, his dance partner’s voice broke through his reverie, forcing him to refocus on her elegant form. [colour=#C0C0C0]”Oh.”[/colour] he stammered, clearing his throat with a sharp cough, as if to shake off the tendrils of distraction that had ensnared him. [colour=#C0C0C0]“I’ve spent years honing my skills as a noble from a prestigious family.”[/colour] The memory of his childhood lessons resurfaced, vividly depicting a stern teacher whose relentless guidance on posture and poise echoed in his mind. If only she could witness his current finesse amidst the twinkling lights and swirling music.

Suddenly jolted back into the moment, Nathaniel felt a flush of pride as his partner remarked on his ability, claiming he was quite a catch. “Thank you,” he replied, a small smile breaking through. Yet, beneath his shimmering façade, an unsettling feeling gnawed at him—was this discontent arising solely from the fact that he was not dancing with Eris? His gaze drifted beyond the booth, searching for her familiar figure, only to find her absence strikingly isolating. His heart raced as unease began to set in; where could she have vanished to? He felt an urgent need to take action. 

[colour=#C0C0C0]”I apologize for this”[/colour] he murmured, his voice edged with sincerity as he gently relinquished his partner’s hand. [colour=#C0C0C0]“I must go after my fellow Sage.”[/colour] He took a step back, executing a polite bow as he instinctively adjusted his coat, steeling himself for the chaotic world outside.

The cold air hit him like a splash of ice water, the chill seeping through his clothes and sending shivers across his skin, making each breath rise in frosty tendrils. [colour=#C0C0C0]”A woman just left the tavern. Which way did she go?”[/colour] he asked a bystander. They pointed down the street. "The Sage went that way. Back to the Alchemic Chambers. She looked a little upset." The bystander said before walking away. Goosebumps prickled across his arms as he concentrated, honing in on Eris's magical signature, a guiding beacon in the frigid. But more to double-check that his information was indeed correct. [colour=#C0C0C0][I]There she is.[/I][/colour] he thought, a surge of relief coursing through him like fire as he quickened his pace, determined to close the distance between them.

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Interactions/Mentions: Eris [@The Muse] Daphne [@PrinceAlexus]  
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