Dashing ballgowns and twirling in rooms.

        Not exactly her favored setting, but Ara would settle for it. Besides, she was invited, they wanted her here. And since they wanted her here, she would certainly make this party best for her gracious hosts.

         There was nothing wrong with a fireworks show afterwards, was there?

          And at least they had food to distance herself from the dancing. So she nabbed a finger sandwich and circled the dance floor, her long red dress trailing behind her.

         She dressed as fire and acted as flame, that was her secret. And needless to say, it wasn’t her plan to run into the blonde- bordering on white, she noted. Though it did give her something to do.

         Besides, a conversation never hurt anyone.

         "Goodness, I’m so sorry. Are you alright?“