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Aislinn had not expected to attend the dance, having twisted her ankle only days before when she’d mistaken a hole in the ground for a log. Yet, she saw much possibility in such an event. She could meet more in the faerie alliance. She could make valuable allies. Perhaps, though seemingly superficial, she might even find herself taking someone’s hand on the dance floor. However, it seemed that the night did not go as many of the attendees had planned. The first sign that things had gone wrong was the sudden disappearance of the snakes she’d seen slithering across the floor, followed quickly by the pain dissipating entirely from her angle. Her vision seemed to improve drastically and the iron smell that so often accompanied nausea had become more... enticing. 

Ailis had been wandering around the party, she had a drink or two. Nothing to make her too terribly tipsy but definitely something that made her a little more willing to chat up with random people who crossed her path. Plus there was so much more to notice when it came to her new senses. She was hearing conversations she definitely wouldn’t normally be able to hear. She was smelling things she normally shouldn’t smell. Most were pleasant, not all of them. Seeing things from much further away.It was fascinating. So she was pretty confident when she picked out Gabriel from the crowd that it was him. Despite the mask.

She wandered closer and grinned. “I was going to ask how your evening was going but you’re not smelling so hot tonight...” She figured if she was right (and honestly, she wasn’t sure but what else would smell so... ancient but a vampire?) he would likely be able to pick up on what she’d gotten out of tonight’s playful little trick orchestrated by the enchanters.

Mingling for a little while, talking to familiar faces. Or, well, voices as many were behind masks and some who’d chosen a mask from the cabin were even dealing with similar things that Emma was. Powers not working- or being all together replaced. She’d soon realized what had happened. It seemed like everyone had been tossed  into some sort of randomizer and given a new sort of magick. She’d benefited from being the species she found most fascinating. Considering there was only one real one. A wisp. She’d also been playing with the powers for a little while and spotted someone she assumed to be the actual wisp of the forest from a distance. She made her way quickly over. “Willow?” She asked cautiously, waiting for the blonde to turn around in hopes she’d found the right person.