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@Inkhorn

No problem! I just got back from a summer camp, so I’ve not had a whole lot of time either. What all are you up to this summer?

Also, Rhianna’s speech was great. It was spot on.

@e-n-leonard

Mara seems like fun. She and Rhianna should get along great (rather, they won’t, but it’ll be great anyways🙃).

Denari
“I don’t think they’re here to help you, Rhianna,” Denari said in a small voice.
Rhianna rolled her eyes. “Obviously not.”
Subsiding, Ari stepped back into the shadows. He had no desire to face anything carrying swords. Rhianna’s impassioned ranting faded into the background and Ari confessed that he was beginning to grow concerned. It would not be the first time Rhianna had bit off more than she could chew.
Ari was still considering when a flare of blinding light shone around him, and he found himself out on the catwalk.
“Here we see Denari modeling Uptown Monk.” the castle’s voice filled his ears as Ari found himself stalking down the aisle.

Rhianna
“See? That was fun! Why don’t you give it a try? You’re pretty.”
The pink haired woman was obnoxious.
Rhianna considered her for a moment, then deliberately stretched out her pinky and poked the woman. A dark stain spread across the pale fabric of the dress where Rhianna had touched her, and the woman let out a surprised and dismayed exclamation.
“Rianna!” Kahira snapped.
Holding up both hands, Rhianna apologized effusively. “Sorry! Sorry! I wanted to see if you were Real, and you are, but your dress is most decidedly not . . . what on earth is Denari wearing?”
Both Kahira and the pink haired woman turned to look at the stage. Rhianna used the distraction to mend the damage she had done.
“Anyways,” she continued. “You might like it, miss pink hair, but surely you can see that forcing people to do something – even a harmless something – against their will is a fundamental violation of rights.”
Denari had reached the end of the catwalk and was now making his way back towards them, an unconvincing smile pasted on his face.
“Violation of rights or not,” miss pink hair returned. “It seems to be out of your control.”
Rhianna’s eyes sparkled. As she started out towards the catwalk, she tossed over her shoulder, “You’re very pretty too, by the way. If you’re going to do your hair, do it right, that’s what I always say.”
Denari slipped behind the curtain and froze in place for a moment while he attempted to regain his composure. Then he treated the two women standing there to a shy smile and said,
“Hi. I’m Ari. What are your names?”
Hearing him, Rhianna smiled to herself. It was just like Denari to simply ignore the embarrassment. That was not her way though. She was going to go out with a bang.
Silky white fabric flowed across her skin, and Rhianna bared her teeth in a ferocious smile. The announcer’s voice boomed her introduction as Rhianna leapt into a dead run down the catwalk.
“Next up, Loki Rhianna, modelling ‘Angry Goddess’.”
Her sleeves flapped behind her like wings, her feet hardly seemed to touch the ground. Rhianna certainly felt like an Angry Goddess, and it was a glorious experience.
Reaching the end of the catwalk, Rhianna paused and glanced over her shoulder to give the audience a dark look. She could orchestrate her rebellion without them, since they refused to join in.
With that, she flipped off the catwalk. Her robes fluttered around her, transforming back into her normal clothes by the time she hit the ground. She raced across the hall to the door, which transformed as she ran into a steep stairway leading upward.
No matter, she thought, and followed the stairs into the darkness above.