Amethyst received her meal, a small wooden bowl with steaming contents; stew. Her favourite, her grandmother used to make it for her back when they lived out on the fields. She sighed delicately, the conversations around her barely fascinating or amusing enough to take her attentions. She swept a strand of hair from her face and placed the spoon slowly into the bowl- one thing most knew about an Ancient was their grace and elegance, which Amethyst had- sometimes. The spoon filled with the brow liquid and she brought it up to her mouth where she slowly sipped it from the edge, smiling intently when it flushed down her throat with a calm burn. Replacing the spoon she repeated the action many times, eventually, whilst the others conversed, she finished it. After went her drink, which still seemed to get her excited even on her third glass.<br/><br/>Looking up at the others, the topic of speech suddenly embraced her, about the Drow and Fay again, she sighed her disgust, would the world never be in peace? Her glass was empty for anyone who would notice, but still the Ancient lifted it up and twirled it in her palm in front of her face, intent on busying herself with the image of distraction, though her ears were pricked and listening in to the others' voices. Unfortunately for her, she only had one perspective on the subject- world peace. Why should species fight amongst one another when there are greater things at stake? When the world that held them all up was crumbling with injustice and mysterious occurrences, which no one knew anything about. The Draconian Guardians for one, they were the only thing in this whole town that had her bones shaking and her skin rippling, what if something bad was coming?