The Blue Moon Ball (Part I): Dancing
As I wander the halls of the venue looking for a secluded alcove, a new thought gives me hesitation. If I am planning to read into the host, I'll have to at least meet with them first. I'll need a name, a face, or any detail I can use to connect my questions to my deck. The more I know, the more likely my divination will succeed. First, I need a lead. I could try my hand at clairvoyance. Maybe I can fish out the name or face of the host so finding them won't be as difficult. All I have for reference is my invitation letter and its handwriting. I can work with this.
Finally tucking myself away into a more private area, I call upon my palisman, Ivory. He is a narwhal and the ornament topping my staff, but he can separate and float around at will. My mentor helped me carve him from palistrom wood once I started to earn my stripes as a wizard. He has a light blue body, yellow tusk, white belly, and pink accents. He also bares a small crystal ball that is slightly buried in his chest. It serves as my spell casting focus and a tool for divination on the go. Ivory begins to swim through the air and levitates in front of me.
"Ivory, dear, may I ponder the orb please?"
He gives an enthusiastic nod as a reply. He must be just as excited for some investigation as I am. He's always been the inquisitive type. (I have no doubt that's why we are so close). Ivory stretches and the crystal ball begins to dislodge from his chest and float, suspending in front of me. I retrieve my invitation and begin tracing my fingers over the ink. I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and begin the divination.
"Show me the host of the Blue Moon Ball (@wizblr-blue-moon-ball)."
The crystal ball flares to life and images flash across the orb, becoming projected into my mind. Brilliant cloth... dark skin... long ears... celestial jewelry... and... wings? What a unique character. The images swell and begin to transform into letters. The text font is almost identical to what I read in the invitation. They letters are written in light one after another:
Then the visions fade; the orb goes dark once more. I suppose that's all I am able to see with my current connection with the host. Though vague, the visions were helpful. Now I know what characteristics to look for, and more importantly, a name. Luri? Is that all, or were the visions incomplete? I think I'll have to socialize more if I am to learn anything else.
Ivory reunited with his orb and nestled comfortably back on top of my staff. I entered the hallways once more to find them oddly empty, but majestic music was echoing down the corridors. Following it, I could make out a large crowd of voices and endless thumps stepping in time. Oh dear... the dance must have started without me! I began to jog down the halls while gripping my staff with nervous anticipation. This quickly proved to be a reckless mistake as I turn the corner and immediately collide with a beastman (@hyper-lynx). I fall too the ground and my staff clatters to the floor with me.
"AH! A thousand pardons! Are you hurt! I'm not much of a healer but I can mend your wounds if you are!"