<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">As the excitement died down, Calisto was left with her heart pounding. Her features were controled even behind the mask, but her eyes had lost some of the light that once resided there. She stood quickly, her hands making a show of shaking out her gown. Fussing with imaginary wrinkles. Her eyes moved to her companion and she smiled a soft little smile.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">"Forgive me, but I feel a need a breath of fresh air. You may certainly join me if you wish. If not, I understand, but I must leave." Her steps were quick. Long and lean legs carrying her toward the front door. She could not breathe, and the feeling bubbling in her chest was something that she had not felt in a very long time. The threat of violence brought her to a place of darkness, a place were nothing pleasant and 'beautiful' resided.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Her hands moved to the door and she flung it open, the thick wood straining in protest. Once on the steps she sucked in lung fulls of breath, the cold air filling her and putting that feeling back where it needed to be. She closed her eyes tightly and would not dare open them until that heat...that burning was gone. She shut everything else out, knowing that she would need to apologise to her companion for being so very rude. Even if he followed her, at that moment she would not have know.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">"Breathe...focus and breath," she muttered quietly to herself.</span>