He's following her. Oh, no. The crowd just parts to let him through, and though a few partygoers give the figure uneasy looks, none of them seem the least bit curious as to where he's going or who he's after. No one follows his implicit gaze and looks to her. No one attempts to stop him.
She's probably no safer here than she would be if she fled the ballroom. She could scream, make a scene, but would anyone step in if she did? There's no sign of Iman or the Balladeer, or even Rush (though goodness knows if he'd be feeling at all charitable towards her after their last encounter). And while she doubts this is anything more than a confused dreamer who's had far too much punch, he's still wielding an enormous weapon. She doesn't want anyone getting hurt on her account, even just in a dream.
It's just a dream. She's died in one before. Maybe she should just let it happen.
No. No, no, no.
She skirts a step or two up the grand staircase, craning her neck to look for anyone she might recognize, before the figure's proximity sends her scurrying back into the crowd and towards the opposite wall.
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She's probably no safer here than she would be if she fled the ballroom. She could scream, make a scene, but would anyone step in if she did? There's no sign of Iman or the Balladeer, or even Rush (though goodness knows if he'd be feeling at all charitable towards her after their last encounter). And while she doubts this is anything more than a confused dreamer who's had far too much punch, he's still wielding an enormous weapon. She doesn't want anyone getting hurt on her account, even just in a dream.
It's just a dream. She's died in one before. Maybe she should just let it happen.
No. No, no, no.
She skirts a step or two up the grand staircase, craning her neck to look for anyone she might recognize, before the figure's proximity sends her scurrying back into the crowd and towards the opposite wall.