Going? Oh, nowhere in particular, I suppose. We are merely making a circuit of the festivities, [she says, the pace of her chattering clipping along at the sort of speed which is a liable to break necks.] We are looking to be certain of who is here tonight so that we can be sure no will get in the way of our companions' work.

[Despite Wysteria's assurances, this hurrying out to the fringes of the upper veranda's gathering doesn't seem to have entirely reduced the attention being paid to them. There is a sense of a little whisper being inflamed in their wake, and certain furtive glances chasing along after them.

It takes until they've woven around outside of a few decorative torches for Wysteria to take any notice at all of Gela's unease, and only then because the other woman is dragging very slightly on her arm.]

We will make a dash around here, see everyone we can see, and then make our dash in— oh, I think there's a path which leads in the direction I'm thinking. I guarantee there will be more magicians in the little southern garden. [And then, after a long pause and considerably more stilted:] Are you not enjoying yourself?

[Yes, because she herself seems like she's having so much fun.]