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Crystal walked down the stairs gracefully, in such a way that none of the others would ever recognize. Her natural grace combined with the coaching of her mother shined through in each step she took. Her head was held high and she walked with an air of regalicy.
She came into the room and curtsied to the leader of the feast before settling herself down in her chair. She ate quietly, just observing the others.
Even though it seemed as the woman, now known to some of these people as Miss Fallowheart, the fiancee of Atharen, was at ease with her surroundings but in actuallity she was not.
There was too many memories that associated themselves to occassions such as these. Too many memories of her time spent with her father at his state conventions or his wild parties.
She brushed away those memories. Now was neither the time nor the place to be thinking about such things. She could compromise the mission of the company if her memories revealed who she truly was. Crystal Sandrine Heart was being hunted for all over middle earth by her father and her father's men.
She began to create the new alias for her being as she always did. There was never any doubt in her mind that no one would believe it in this new group of people. They had no idea who she truly was, unless there was a spy within their company.
She watched, waiting for someone to show their hand and allow them to know that they are the traitor within their midsts.
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