Gabriel's words resounded in her heart, and she was relieved. The night had come, and the ball had started, but sadly Vataliny and Gabriel weren't dancing yet. For now, the seemingly young woman sat at a small table, a drink set in front of her, but her hands were folded in her lap. She no longer had her hat on, and the parasol she'd used earlier while the sun was out was put away. Her eyes were on Gabriel, and she could see the longing in his eyes. She knew that he wanted to dance just as much as she did.<br/><br/>From a distance, she heard whispers. The women who had tried to lure Gabriel away from her were definitely up to something. Even though they were quite aways away, any normal human wouldn't even be able to hear them, but Vataliny wasn't normal. She could pick up the hushed words that were flitting between them, and it wasn't any good. They felt she was different, and were plotting something. However, if she was to let this be known, they're suspicions would be found correct, and no doubt something would happen. Something bad.<br/><br/>So, Vataliny kept quiet, trying to ignore the words that were being said. Words of plans to rid her of the town. Forever. A few of the women were a bit darker, and even though it wasn't said outright, she knew that they not only wanted her gone, but dead. Biting her bottom lip, her chest felt tight, the faint pattering of what was thought to be her heart in her chest began to stir, and it hurt. Her brows press together, and it was getting hard to breathe.<br/><br/>"Gabriel, darling, I'm not...feeling too well." She whispers to her love, her eyes filling with tears as the pain grew. "Please, can you take me home?" Her hand clenches around the fan she'd been carrying, trying to take in breaths past the lump in her throat. She wanted to get away from the maliciousness, the hatred of the women.