Being at the ball was fun. She smiled happily as everyone whirled around, if still a touched overwhelmed at times. The small female moved her way over to the tables covered in gifts. Looking at the one for Cercatori d'Arte she noticed a pile of carvings. Each one had a horse on it. They looked quite good. Picking one up the artist studied them, noting the flaws and the workmanship that had gone into it. Her hands traced over the figure, imagining who had made them, marks of the creator in the tiny creation.
Someone bumped in from behind her, the horse falling from her hand. Gasping Dalgina crouched down, rapidly moving to rescue it. She couldn't let it be crushed! She'd be in so much trouble. Snatching up the carving she placed it on the table again, placing it carefully. Moving away Dalgina returned to standing next to the wall, listening to the music. The party was very nice, seeing so many friends here. If only Kiara was here too.
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