COLD, SHARP EDGE

I walked through the crowded field, taking cautious steps as I tried to evade the feet of the people around me. The bright moonlight above me should have illuminated my path but the entire place was so filled that I could not even see the ground.

My dress, a dark blue gown that Caroline had picked out for me, flowed down to my feet, hiding the flat soled shoe that I had worn so as not to stress my ankle. It occasionally caught on people's feet as I made my way through the crowds, making each step stressful to take. Frustrated, I lifted the dress up and continued, searching the sea of people for any familiar face that I could interact with.

I caught sight of Caroline across the field, standing close to the refreshment table. She held in her hands a small tray stacked neatly with drinks. I was a little bit surprised to see that she was dressed in a flowing red gown and not a servant uniform like I had seen in Alaric's pack.

"Caroline," I called, my voice barely audible in the chatter