Rodney
There was no time to argue nor interject upon being carried, as Caleesi was still coming down from her high of intense visions. Each and every noise that bounced off the walls within the ballroom pinched her eardrums with such a painful force, rattling her head, and subsequently causing her long elven points to droop. Every clack of polished shoes, clank of shattered glass, or even the faint murmur and whispers- she heard it all. Still hiding within the chest of her previous dance partner, Lady Scarleth felt a significant shift in change from the once suffocating atmosphere. Those iron tight arms that wrapped around her hardly even moved as they walked through the portal. And there it was... *Silence*. A quiver of relief exhaled from Cali ever so slightly before she wearily lifted her head, bloodshot baby blues surveying the room. One look from the high elf showed nothing but pure exhaustion, and surely the rest could relate to her worn expression. 

Caleesi had fallen eerily silent since her awakening in Lysanthir's arms. Her mouth sewn shut after the first initial cry. Any and all light that used to rest in the woman's livly azure eyes died tonight. Nothing but a blank, dead stare remained. All of which was uncommon for someone as warm and welcoming as Lady Scarleth. Nevertheless, as Lysanthir placed the grandmistress into a more comfortable chair, she acknowledged him with a slow dip of the head. Silently thanking him. Caleesi's skin still itched with the bite of winter, its frozen touch lingering about like a phantom. From time to time, Cali could be seen rubbing her hand against her arms. Holding onto herself loosely but enough to feel grounded, secured. Raising her tired eyelids to meet the others, Scarleth held each individual's gazes before she parted her lips to speak. "I am sorry." The she-elf began, her tone a graveled whisper, eyes unable to fully meet one another. "Is anyone injured?"
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Despite all that had happened to the woman, her mindset was still set on helping others. Caleesi would throw herself in front of anyone before saving herself, and it would seem that tonight left her with a gut full of worry for the safety of those around her– And a pit of embarrassment rising within her chest no doubt. Thinking back to the circle of heads looming over her when she awoke, it was the last thing Cali wished for. However now was not the time to self sabotage, no. The sorceress knew that there were far more pressing matters at hand. Pressing her palms into the cushion beneath her, the grandmistress pushed her weight up to realign herself. With the grace like that of the angelic bard, Caleesi folded one leg over the other and placed her frigid fingers together neatly atop her knee. She had an act for dismissing her internal emotions, although, everyone was under the same amount of stress tonight. There was no denying that. So, instead of adding onto the tension, Cali drew an inhale through her nose and prepared herself for the tough conversations ahead. 

Lingering within the silence a moment, Caleesi's eyes observed the Queen of Lazaroth. Never having met the woman before, she could tell that the dark elf was a well respected and feared ruler. Dropping her gaze towards her hands however, Cali could feel the small spark of magic that pulse within the Queen. She remembered feeling a faint warmth coating her before being shoved back into reality- and while Scarleth wasn't entirely sure *Who* It was that graced her, she couldn't help but feel the whispers of a pull towards Dhakashira. Her intimidating attire surely brought the cards of her presence to the table, along with the dark rims that sat stone cold within her amber hues. Yet still, Caleesi could sense the pulse of reluctance in her- faint but enough for her vampirism to taste.
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Setting her thoughts aside, Caleesi finally drifted her eyes over to her king who was standing with boots locked onto the marble floor of the library. His sturdy gaze never seemed to leave Queen Dhakashira, almost as if he were distrusting of her before the pair's arrival. Regardless, the grandmistress couldn't care less of what he thought of her, in fact, she found herself pleading internally for home. *His home.* Staring deeper into Astalios's features, Caleesi sought comfort. His brown eyes were the warmth of an everlasting hearth, as if they were the wood that could burn with golden flame yet be forever perfectly entire. Hues of comforting childhood memories, as sweet as chocolate and as solid as the oak. Truth be told, Scarleth was glad to see him standing there, alive and well. It was times such as these where she had wished that time could reverse itself. Where an innocent half elf and pure noble she-elf could run around the halls once again, proclaiming about the wonders they could achieve once they grew big and strong. Caleesi's barren expression softened as she allowed herself to get carried away by her thoughts, but alas, they were quick to end upon the heated click of footfalls warping into the portal. Knowing all too well that Princess Delsandra was making her way inside, Lady Scarleth gave one final look towards the King before pulling her attention back to the front. 
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Now that everyone had settled in, there was nothing left to do but discuss the horrors of tonight. Swallowing the dryness within her throat, Caleesi's eyes befell to her lap. Fists balling within her palms, nails breaking skin. Nervousness was setting in for the poor high-elf. Soon, Cali could be seen picking at her skin in an anxious habit. Even within a room full of people, she felt isolated in her seat upon the couch. If she had to recite everything all over again.. Would she be pulled back under? Would the others as well? It was a terrifying thought, but if it was true everyone here experienced something different, it was knowledge that could not go unrecognized...
Carolyn
After ensuring Lady Scarleth was okay enough to move, Lysanthir picked her up bridal style before walking through the portal his queen had formed. The sound of King Astalios and Queen Dhakashira speaking to one another did cause the councilor to tense slightly. It didn't take noble or royal blood in your veins to know the relationship between the two kingdoms was extremely shaky. Lysanthir could only hope an argument or Gods forbid a fight broke out. It was the last thing anyone needed, especially Caleesi. Holding the woman with no difficulty to his chest, Lysanthir emerged from the portal, Delsandra close behind before looking around at the scene before him. Thankfully, the two rulers seemed to be calm, collected and patiently waiting for the rest of the party to join them, causing a ave of relief to wash over the vampire.

Setting the she-elf into a comfortable seat, Lysanthir opted to instead stand behind Caleesi. Dhakashira could likely sense the vampire's intense uncertainty bubbling in his head. He was simply too wound up internally to take a seat for now, and instead would oversee the conversation between the four from the outside silently. There was relief in the simply fact that Dhakashira, Corinthian and Caleesi all were safe and still breathing, but he would be lying if he said he wasn't shaken if only slightly. Lysanthir could very easily sense Caleesi's nerves, though he held his tongue in respect for the present royalty. Coddling the she-elf right now would be highly inappropriate.

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A thought did seem to enter the vampire's mind however; would discussing the visions pull them under once more? Interrupting the group for just a moment, Lysanthir offered a word of caution. "Perhaps a magical barrier is necessary, your majesties." Eyeing both the Astalios and Dhakashira, Lysanthir would not wait for an answer. As he began casting the barrier, Lysanthir would simply say to no one in particular, "Whatever magical assistance any of you may give me in this spell would greatly increase the protection. My specialty lies in illusion, not abjuration. I am no master of magic." The barrier spell would take time and some hushed encantations, but it would be made within a few minutes. The shimmering of the barrier being formed would begin to cascade over and around all five of those present, allowing them to hopefully speak freely without the prying eyes of spies or that of the being that harassed them.
Elaine
Last to step in through Dhakashira's portal, there was obvious reluctance in her demeanor. Similar to Astalios, Delsandra was entirely unsure about stepping through the Queen of the Wolves' magical portal. It could very well kill her. The sound of voices on the other side did relieve the princess however, and with a gentle inhale she stepped through. Once on the other side, Delsandra took note of where everyone was. Astalios and Dhakashira were seated, Lysanthir was just setting Caleesi down and another seat was left open for the princess. Resting onto the comfortable and familiar chair, Delsandra placed a hand against the side of her head. 

Regardless of what those present thought of her, Delsandra was obviously experiencing some sort of fatigue. The initial fear of not knowing where her sister was or if something had happened to her had still shaken Del up quite a bit. And now they were to all relive the visions they had. Did they all see the same thing? Closing her eyes to rest her aching head, Lysanthir's voice caused her to open them once more, her golden hues dull and weary as she laid them upon the councilor. Contrary to what she thought of him as a vampire, his idea was quite smart. With a gentle wave of her hand, Delsandra aided in the spell as best she could, though it was obvious she had little effort left in herself. Turning to look at the other royalty, Delsandra let out a gentle sigh.

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"Let us not delay, your majesties. After all, my castle need tending to. Many guests have already begun to leave, word will spread. It'd be best to share what we know and reconvene at a later date. The Gods only know what chaos will ensue when those who witnessed and heard that voice will say and what rumors will be spread." Sighing in an irritated fashion, Delsandra quickly sat up, her dull eyes lighting up ever so slightly. Realizing how her demeanor may have come off, she offered an apologetic look to the two rulers, "I apologize, I am simply tired and wish for this night to end."