Re: Balcony above the ballroom
Wren hadn't realized anyone else was in the quiet space, and she straightened and looked at the girl dressed all in black. She was lovely, all pallor and dark hair. Wren looked at her for a moment, was quiet a moment longer, and then she looked down at the twirling people below again. She made a noise that was soft agreement. "They're little butterflies from this distance," she said, "all pretty colors fluttering and nothing bad to them." She looked back at the girl, the girl who looked no older than she was.
"Who are you watching for?" she asked, because this was the place for it, this balcony in the shadows.