The floor crisped in sound from the heels clipping hard against it. Fright had become a person-known for holding its host at an unexpected interval; like sweeping into the moment when least expected into making an unwelcomed appearance.
Even an insignificant figure like Ariana felt struck by it; jittery steps, breath hitched against her lung-breathing-so shallow. Her glistening eyes kept a gaze downward with toned-down-hue! Her arms cold-perhaps have been cold; if the night had been any warmer after visiting the dome.
Standing at the last stairway into the grand hall. All through the way Calia kept filling her with details she had missed ever upon the opening of the event. The news was a help, if intended using the right format to keep a participant of the night riled-up.
They pushed the door open, stepping into that oddly quiet theater like a seminar was held from the supposed party taking place.