<strong>George</strong><br/><br/>Gwen was certainly not the best dancer here by any stretch of the imagination, after all there were certainly none that could compete with the most beautiful Felicity.  However for all she lacked in skill, the young woman could hold a beat and she certainly made up for it in enthusiasm.<br/><br/>The music and the atmosphere was intoxicating and that caused Gwen’s cheeks to flush a little more. There was the heady scent of smoke and alcohol along with natural perfumes and human excitement, and that in itself rose with the colours and the music adding yet more to the most wondrous energies which seemed to fill this place. Any that had any inking into the realm of the shadow felt this yet more strongly.<br/><br/>“I thought you said you couldn’t dance.” Gwen smiled George could feel the warmth of this woman both physically and emotionally.<br/><br/><strong>Vanessa</strong><br/><br/>Emily briefly looked up she was still tense it appeared and some of her fear seemed to linger on her daughter and where she was. She nodded at the talk of lingering memories, knowing already there was more to it than that. OF course Emily would go and see once she was able to find someone to really watch her daughter. Even after the time she had been here the Geist was still terrified her ‘husband’ would return and take their daughter away.<br/><br/>“Yeth...Yeth we are, her more than me I think....I don’t really do ....well partieth.” When she was younger Emily had loved to party ...right up until it had been stopped....right up until her husband had taken control. “Are...Are...you having a good time?” There was a pause as the woman drank a little more of her tea. “Will you be thtaying...I mean when the travelling thart’th again?”  As it was Emily would be, if nothing else moving kept both of them safe.<br/><br/><br/>