Astoria loved parties. She loved their parties even more since they were perfection on earth, but tonight she would have to sharpen her acting skills, because no matter how much she tried, she could not forget that her son was sick, really sick. He might not show it yet, but the first symptoms had been seen already.
Still, she walked through the halls with a bright smile. Her robes were magic mint. The colour was appropriate in more ways than one, in fact, the fabric was charmed to change tones of greens as light hit it.
She was ready to move to the next room when she heard someone greet her.