She can see Daniel shake his head at her, "You Derven are an odd breed," he huffs before he wanders off to the dance.

Following Rick to an empty spot against the wall, she stands as still as a statue, skeptical of what is expected of her. Looking out over the crowd, Rick speaks quietly to her, "Do you dance, Mora?"

"Occasionally," she responds, keeping her head lowered but looking out upon the dance floor. In Derven it seems like someone is celebrating something at least once a month. While her father doesn't always go, Mora loves the opportunity to fly around the room freely. Having been taught properly at...