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Serrana listened in on their conversation, snacking lightly and drinking her water. She usually enjoyed the break between sets - many people don't realize that dancing can be very strenuous work, after all. The glazier nodded to Ada, smiling, but at the same time, her head swam with all sorts of potential pitfalls for what lied ahead tonight.
The islanders were trouble, of that she was certain. What brand of trouble, that was significantly harder to put her finger on. And why had they come back here, again? At first, she'd wondered if she was a mark of some kind for them, but now? Now she wondered if it was Morella they wanted? And if they tried something, what would happen? With her abilities, Serrana was likely to be able to defend herself, but she was not practiced enough with Inferno to use it offensively, short of lighting the flame and basically rushing at someone. And she didn't know what Dark Pumpernickel or the islanders were actually capable of. That was an unsettling feeling too. Idly, the sorceress wondered if she should pick up a book of Blaze as well, if she had the coin when next she went out. First-level books of a spell were cheap, after all... And to top it all off, that little token that had found its way into her pocket somehow, if that wasn't ill portent, Serrana didn't know what was.
The dancer shook her head, jostling herself out of the thoughtful trance she'd slipped into. This wouldn't do. She could worry later, when there wasn't another performance pending. Taking a deep breath, she started quietly talking to herself, slowly calming down as she whispered. "Dance and play with fire, tomorrow the flames go brighter..."
A few moments later, she took another deep breath, much calmer than before, worried thoughts pushed back, at least for now, as she let Ada and Gionni know she was heading through the back halls of the White Sands to get to the backstage area for her next set.
The islanders were trouble, of that she was certain. What brand of trouble, that was significantly harder to put her finger on. And why had they come back here, again? At first, she'd wondered if she was a mark of some kind for them, but now? Now she wondered if it was Morella they wanted? And if they tried something, what would happen? With her abilities, Serrana was likely to be able to defend herself, but she was not practiced enough with Inferno to use it offensively, short of lighting the flame and basically rushing at someone. And she didn't know what Dark Pumpernickel or the islanders were actually capable of. That was an unsettling feeling too. Idly, the sorceress wondered if she should pick up a book of Blaze as well, if she had the coin when next she went out. First-level books of a spell were cheap, after all... And to top it all off, that little token that had found its way into her pocket somehow, if that wasn't ill portent, Serrana didn't know what was.
The dancer shook her head, jostling herself out of the thoughtful trance she'd slipped into. This wouldn't do. She could worry later, when there wasn't another performance pending. Taking a deep breath, she started quietly talking to herself, slowly calming down as she whispered. "Dance and play with fire, tomorrow the flames go brighter..."
A few moments later, she took another deep breath, much calmer than before, worried thoughts pushed back, at least for now, as she let Ada and Gionni know she was heading through the back halls of the White Sands to get to the backstage area for her next set.