The war against Hybern was finally over; Prythian was in peace, and the people of Velaris couldn’t have been any happier.

To celebrate, the Inner Circle had the most excellent idea of making that year’s Starfall celebration the most extravagant and grandest spectacle they could. It was only right to make sure that everyone could finally take a breather after such a tumultuous few years in Illyrian history.

Reverie and Azriel were in an on-and-off relationship, he slept around and usually only dated Reverie when his demons resurfaced, using her...then dumping her all over again. Well tonight Reverie met a male, they had slow danced, something that Reverie asked Azriel to do multiple times, but he always said no

Azriel sighed, feeling a headache start to build. He felt a sort of embarrassment, he let the male get under his skin and let the male push his buttons. He took a slow sip from his glass as he muttered.

"I need fresh air…"

Reverie: "We're outside..."

"I'm aware." He walked away, heading for the balcony

Reverie excused herself and went after him