Chelsea rolled into Ossa. The conversation with Gregory had been nice, but she really felt the urge to be around people her own age. The first thing that caught her eye (well, aside from the couple who seemed to be everywhere tonight) was the sparkly fairy on the dance floor. She was very pretty, and looked kind of familiar, although she couldn't place where, exactly. Chelsea headed in her direction, her head bopping along to the beat of the music. "Nice wings," she said, ducking out of the way as the woman moved at just the wrong time.