Manardariel leaned against a pillar, sipping her drink. This was a great party, no kidding. Tapping her foot to the music, she watched various Downers dance and enjoy herself when suddenly someone bumped into her.
"Ow! Canīt you watch your step?! Hang on.. Lyra, is that you?"
It was Lyra Greenleaf, smiling at her. "Manardariel, Hi! I didnīt see you were hear yet..." They talked a bit, laughing lots.
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