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Night 59: Grand Ballroom
> Rose: Descend
Rose bounded off the stairs and down onto the floor of the ballroom as soon as she could, alighting on the floor in what was, on its own, a graceful maneuver. As she jumped, the flames on her wands extinguished, and her sylladex reset itself to the auto-balance modus, ejecting everything in it. Her possessions rained down on her head, the journal landing last of all, wide-open atop her pillow. She jumped on it, clutching it to her breast.
It was too late to hope any of that had gone unseen. Bluffing it was, which always worked best when one's stockpile of information was correct. "I seem to have been divested of my powers. Can you try yours?"
Rose bounded off the stairs and down onto the floor of the ballroom as soon as she could, alighting on the floor in what was, on its own, a graceful maneuver. As she jumped, the flames on her wands extinguished, and her sylladex reset itself to the auto-balance modus, ejecting everything in it. Her possessions rained down on her head, the journal landing last of all, wide-open atop her pillow. She jumped on it, clutching it to her breast.
It was too late to hope any of that had gone unseen. Bluffing it was, which always worked best when one's stockpile of information was correct. "I seem to have been divested of my powers. Can you try yours?"