Pel is having an interesting night, finding a sliver of herself that, with training, is actually fairly good at this. Still, allowing that part of herself to be dominant for so long is exhausting. She catches Adelaide slipping away and slips after her.

If the theme of the night is winter, Pel certainly didn't hear of it. She is spring, with a green gown and violets in her hair. They are kept fresh by a spell, but tend to fall out if she makes any sharp movements. It's kept her pretty graceful all night, at least.

"Any progress?" she sighs as she comes even with Adelaide.