Appetite for Destruction

Eularia frowned as the man's jaw tightened, his demeanor shifted... to something jealous? She glanced over her shoulder, towards Magnus, confused. Did that man know Magnus? Before she can ask, he's talking about needing reasons to return home.

Reasons to be there?

Eularia frowned when he caught her wrist, pressed a kiss to the back of her hand. The mask was part of the act? He must mean his instrumental one... A card is slipped into her hand, and she watched the stranger.

Caught how he glanced towards Magnus. She couldn't tell if he was looking at Magnus, of course. But in that direction. Confusion in her eyes, she pulled her hand away, and watched the masked man depart.

The last statement he had made only made her confusion worse, and she frowned down at the card in her hand as she walked back towards Magnus.

It's only when she's reached him, and read anr processed the name, that a quiet, strangled sound left her. Pieces started falling into place.

Wordlessly, she turned to try and find the man again. But it was too late, he'd disappeared and she hadn't paid attention to where. Fingers crumpled the card into her palm, and she buried her face against Magnus' chest.

I want to go home. She didn't want to celebrate anymore. She's not voiced why she's upset, still held the crumpled card in her hand. Take me home. If she felt bad for cutting their trip short, at this time it did not show. She was trying hard not to cry in front of all of these people.