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When the dance ends, Abrogail sends a silent command to her mages, and magical silence is laid upon the ballroom and all its levels.  It lasts 10 rounds, long enough that anyone can and should make their way to a balcony to hear the announcement that's obviously forthcoming.

 

- Though, looking down, the Queen still stands in the dancefloor's center, with a fragile-looking beauty held in her embrace.

It's a gentle, intimate stance, and anyone who sees Abrogail Thrune like that will guess correctly that someone is about to suffer in an artistic fashion.

The other dancers draw even further back, amid the silence, to create a suitable stage for whatever comes.

 

Silence ends, and the Queen speaks.  "How did you find the party, my dear?  I hope it was not too tiring?"

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When the dance ends, Abrogail sends a silent command to her mages, and magical silence is laid upon the ballroom and all its levels.  It lasts 10 rounds, long enough that anyone can and should make their way to a balcony to hear the announcement that's obviously forthcoming.

 

- Though, looking down, the Queen still stands in the dancefloor's center, with a fragile-looking beauty held in her embrace.

It's a gentle, intimate stance, and anyone who sees Abrogail Thrune like that will guess correctly that someone is about to suffer in an artistic fashion.

The other dancers draw even further back, amid the silence, to create a suitable stage for whatever comes.

 

Magical silence ends, and the Queen speaks into the waiting hush that remains.  "How did you find the party, my dear?  I hope it was not too tiring?"

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When the dance ends, Abrogail sends a silent command to her mages, and magical silence is laid upon the ballroom and all its levels.  It lasts 10 rounds, long enough that anyone can and should make their way to a balcony to hear the announcement that's obviously forthcoming.

- though, looking down, the Queen still stands in the dancefloor's center, with a fragile-looking beauty held in her embrace.

It's a gentle, intimate stance, and anyone who sees Abrogail Thrune like that will guess correctly that someone is about to suffer in an artistic fashion.

The other dancers draw even further back, amid the silence, to create a suitable stage for whatever comes.

 

Magical silence ends, and the Queen speaks into the waiting hush that remains.  "How did you find the party, my dear?  I hope it was not too tiring?"