<div class="floatright">(https://pre00.deviantart.net/8665/th/pre/f/2014/155/c/8/white_fairy___stock_by_mariaamanda-d7l12qi.jpg)</div>Name:  Elia<br/>Location: Banquet -> Gold Bedroom (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/cd/fb/e9/cdfbe9393a2da506a28484f7b3becf14--castle-bedroom-royal-bedroom.jpg)<br/>Tagging:  Isobelle, Hudson, Stephen<br/><hr/><br/>Elia loved the idea. She piled up as much food as she could - heavy on the caramel-and-cream sweets she’d had earlier, and plenty of more protein-rich fare of the sort that she imagined fueled Thor’s physique.<br/><br/>She was quick to rendezvous with him and Bella again, and giggled as she felt a strong arm around her. “Thank you,” she whispered to Hudson,  “I feel safer already. And I’m not saying that to flirt - well maybe that too - but it’s true.”<br/><br/>She was glad the raven-masked fellow with the kryptonite-cutting jawline acceded to Bella’s idea to join them, although he seemed curiously cryptic about how seriously he took the idea. Elia chimed in, “We were thinking we’d be safer from all this scary nonsense, somewhere more secluded and secure. I promise Bella and I will think of a way to keep you fellows entertained, as thanks for protecting us.”<br/><br/>As they made their way on, she realized Hudson had been right about it being unwise to try to actually leave-leave, what with the law enforcement’s warning. They’d only draw suspicion if they were noticed in the attempt. Daddy would be furious if he had to bail her out of some legal trouble, especially at what was supposed to be her debut society event. Claude Benoit had resources, to be sure, but with his own gray market and paramilitary connections, he didn’t like needless legal entanglements.<br/><br/>They wound their way out of the crowd and through halls, peeking in those doorways that were open. The garden looked gorgeous, but all those spooky shadows and hollows where a killer might lurk...such a shame.<br/><br/>“It’s PERFECT,” Elia declared when she saw a particular room. “It’s like..I feel like Marie Antoinette! And look I have cake!” She wiggled the plate with the desserts on it.<br/><br/>She was quick to scurry into the luxurious golden room. It was somehow cozy, despite its Versailles-tier opulence. She set down what she’d carried, and bounced her butt on the bed a few times. “Now let’s see if we can lock ourselves in for a spell...maybe even move some furniture over the door. I’d have to leave that to the stronger men, but I promise to make myself useful. How about my glass pours you a nice drink on me- wait,” she hiccuped, “I mean, how about I pour you a nice drink in a glass.” She hiccuped again.<br/>