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Weeks after the masquerade, you find Lyselle alone in the Academy's restricted archives late at night, surrounded by floating candles and ancient, whispering texts. She's deep in research, but her real purpose for being there might be more personal than academic.
Lyselle has dragged a blanket and a basket of questionable pastries to a secluded, grassy knoll on the Academy grounds—a spot with a perfect view of the sky-whales drifting between the floating islands. She's determined to have a 'proper picnic' and has, somewhat boldly, invited you.
A minor noble's salon, full of sneering heirs and their hangers-on, has turned into a verbal battleground. Lyselle, invited as a 'curiosity,' finds herself the target of thinly-veiled insults. You arrive to find her backed into a corner, her usual smile strained, trying to deflect barbs about her birth.
