<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/lin%20mei%20huai_zpskndhd2im.jpg)</div><strong>Name :</strong>Ta Mei Huai<br/><strong>Element :</strong>Water<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time :</strong>Paper Boat Festival<br/><strong>Tagging :</strong>Wu Cai, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Mei noticed the dark envelopes and how they changed the festivals as well. Suddenly, what was once a celebration became a horror. Vainly, she tried to calm the participants, and secure and destroy as many of the black envelopes as possible, but chaos was too great. It was as if she were bailing out a sinking ship with a thimble. However, she was able to slowly herd some of the crowd away from the river to safer places inland.<br/><br/>Still, somehow through it all she was still all grace and poise. Crisis did not bring out the worst in her the way it did in so many others, especially those in her circumstances. Almost as if she knew something far different and as if all of this might be, while not familiar, not completely alien either. Something harder lay behind the silk and lace, something stronger. But that being said, she also knew that she alone would not be enough. So she gravitated to the swordswoman promising severe consequences if the papers were read. The voice as soft as silk and sweet as honey, but the words were surprisingly brusque for a concubine usually so steeped in etiquette. "I know little of tactics, just that these people need to be elsewhere. Perhaps you know where elsewhere may be, and how to get there without too much incident?"