Who: Gemma and Aelius What: A present When: After a talk Where: The Ballroom Warnings: Should there be?
She was as promised at the ballroom waiting for her dear friend, a certain someone who had said he'd be with her momentarily. Keeping the ball of fire in her open palm, Gemma took a step over to a table that held goblets of an amber liquid for the taking. A free hand took the golden flute and parted her lips as the sweetness rolled over her tongue. It was nice and watched as the delicious wine fill back to the brim.
Sliding back against the wall of the ballroom, Gemma took in the few bodies that were still in a hypnotic dance. She was entranced briefly before the recipient of the flame in the center of her palm showed off in the recesses of the ballroom, her eyes scanned the floor. As it was, she said he would wait, and she would until she made it known to her that he was here and ready.