Aman talked quietly with a few of the people around her, including Lyra, who was alternatively congratulating her energetically and nodding her head in time to 'We All Live In A Yellow Submarine', and the hobbit Poppy, who smiled vaguely before dozing off the sleep finally.
She glanced down at the stage, then did a double take, peering at the edge of the stage. Seeing the nose of...was that a warg?...she started to reach for her dagger, before she saw a hand nearby. She grinned; ah, Pio then.
She looked at the time, and at the frantic face of Mithadan as he made his way off the stage. Standing, she began to make her way down and backstage.
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I am what I was, a harmless little devil
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