This was all getting very undignified. Maybe Arialla would have enjoyed it once, but she tended to be a bit grimmer these days. While she managed to avoid the food fight and keep doggedly working on her lantern, seeing someone get pants'd was her limit.
Arialla set aside her barely-begun lantern -- she hadn't started it with any particular plans in mind, anyway -- and walked away from the tables, from the gathering, holding her cloak close around herself as if she thought Ludo would try to tear it from her. Who knew? Maybe it would.
She could already almost feel the wind under her wings, washing away the childish, insipid nature of this little "party."
A grumpy Arialla heads to the treeline, where she'll change into an eagle and fly away, unless someone or something intercepts her.
please don't take my sunshine away
