Coming sheepishly through the ceiling on a beautiful silver tree, Amanaduial lands sheepishly on the floor- this is becoming a habit. "Hey all...?" She looks at the chaos of the room, with not alot of idea where is or what exactly is happening. Snapping her fingers busily, the elegant elf stands awkwardly, feeling out of place. However, as a full scale dragon waltz appears to be starting, Amanaduial is soon swept up by a dashing silver dragon, its lovely scales complimenting her swirling silver and blue robe as they whirl around together.
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I am what I was, a harmless little devil
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