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Issildia moved silently to the Great Hall where candles flickered brightly on the stone walls. The Great fire place at the forefront of the room burned fiercely, lighting the room with a warm glow.
"I should not be here" she said to herself as she slid into a gilded chair to give herself time to think.
Tren was not far behind, she had to find a way to throw him off her trail, just being around her would bring him into dangers path.

((I know I posted after you, but Daria's supposed to go through here before you sit down. Sorry, I got left behind at the other thread.))
Once in the Great Hall, she kept edging along the wall in the shadows, her childhood escapades coming to mind. Hearing others enter the rather large room, she clung even closer to the wall and heightened her efforts to walk as silently as she could. Before long she'd reached the end opposite end and decided to enter the corridor to the right, or was it called east when you were rich and well to do?
Seeing no one, her pace quickened, her blue-tinted plastic heels tapping against the floor the only sound. The hallway soon opened up into a large room, and from what Daria could tell, it was a room to be danced in.

"Don't call me human...."

Tren said standing up, he was starting to get a little annoyed at her

"And I'll be damed if I'm going back there to those idots and socicalites unless it's to beat the liveing hell out of them. and on another note I'm starting to get fed up with this holyer-then-thou attitude you've been giveing me"

Very much the showoff, Mishell entered the room as quietly as he could, ducking past another butler and out of the way of a couple trifling at a table.
Further, he passed, until finally he was admitted to the east wing.
Judging by the overhanging chandeliers of elegant design, and the polished floor upon which he now stood, amongst the flowing music of cello, violin, and piano, Mishell accurately assesed the room as the grand ballroom.


({ Continued in the ballroom, presumably. })

(((lol I told you Issildia was a bit on the cold/detached side, and a bit independent. lol))))


"Like before?" said Issildia, now smirking slightly, "If you call that an incident then you have utterly no idea who you are dealing with Tren."

Issildia then turned to look into the fire, "But it would be better if you did not, so we will leave it at that."

She then stood and turned to leave.

(((So it begins, a contest of wills lol xd )))

Issildia arched an eyebrow at his reaction, "It would be best if you knew nothing,"

She continued to walk, and instead of following the Nobles that were filtering into the ballroom Issildia turned West to enter a dim corridor that led towards the Chapel.

She could sense them, one was her father and the other very familiar but it was nothing more than a fading aura, they had long since left the Chapel. Still Issildia continued onward, perhaps she may yet find clues as to why her Father was here. She had yet to see him, and part of her hoped that it stayed that way. For even now she still feared him.

Finally they entered the Chapel, they now stood on the third and highest floor of it. Issildia stepped over to the edge of the gallery that looked down into the main room of the chapel. "Already gone" she said to herself.

(to the other thread lol xd )

Tren walking into the great hall and headed over to his seat watching Issildia get her dagger from before and make some sort of threat towards him "Your still giveing me that holyer-than-thou attitude you know..." Tren said pulling up a foot rest and laying back in the chair "I prefer to resever judgement until I actually see you in combat... as far as I know you thorugh that dagger at my head and just missed." Tren added looking at the fire