location: second floor person: the lady pirate @diannamaeve
There was drinking and dancing and she was making her rounds around the room, the second floor was the one she had to schmooze the most, where she felt like she had to win back the crowd. And it was the place to relax with two glasses of wine as she flitted between each group of vampires lounging about. And while she cared about all of them in some capacity, she cared about some more than most and she hadn’t seen…Amala’s eyes scan the crowd and she watches as everyone goes from chatting, drinking, and dancing to going completely motionless. They were costumed statues, the only motion being eyes widening as everyone listened to the commotion outside. And then everyone moved at once, either to the windows or the exits. Her attendants move towards her and she doesn’t care about them in the slightest. Bodies are literally bursting from the ground outside, she can hear it, she can hear the screams from downstairs and she’s barking orders, telling them to find witches to get them to ward the place, to tell the marshals to be ready. But her eyes are still moving through the crowd and it’s the smell of vanilla that gets her attention. “Dianna!” She cuts through the frantic vampires like a knife, her fingers finding the other woman’s shoulders. “Are you alright?”