Genevieve and Open
Gen loved this. Of course she did. The golden halls were not quite her style and the dress she had picked - red linen that reached just past her knees - did not quite belong in halls this rich. Neither did she. Her heritage might have led back to wizard aristocracy on both sides of her family but neither her parents had wanted anything to do with it. Gen's world had consisted of caves and abandoned buildings.
Yet, she said there nibbling away on a bowl of grapes with a huge smile on her face. She loved seeing so many together in one place. This was security for her. It was community. There was no better place to be.