Levana is throwing a small gathering on the sandy white Luna beach, but only for aristocrats and her top thaumaturges. Aimery is to accompany her at her side, since he is head thaumaturge.
Natural sunlight shined on the beach through Luna's dome. Levana had her glamor up, as usual. She wore a flowy—and revealing—white sundress with shimmery silver and gold threading. The look was topped off with a matching silver and white sunhat and rhinestone sandals. Guests greeted her with smothering affection for her beauty. “She's beautiful!” a middle aged woman proclaimed as she walked in the opposite direction of Levana. “Even more than Channary!” another woman alongside her proclaimed. Well, that last part might have been …show more content…
Will they all make it, or will they join my pile of bones?” she said lightly. “This was much more fun than I thought.” Aimery said. The girl's head popped back up again, seeming to be struggling with lifting a person up. Her free hand clawed at the sand, trying to find some type of grip, but unsuccessful. She started sinking back down, her face losing hope and confidence, but then someone from above grasped her hand, trying his best to pull her up to the shore. It was a young servant man. Soon, other servants built the courage and grabbed on each others' hands, pulling the man towards them. With their help, the girl and the two other servants plopped onto the shore, coughing and spitting up water. The court looked disappointed, for they expected all of them to die. Levana and Aimery looked surprised. “We've underestimated the loyalness between the servants, I see,” Levana said. “That may be so, but it was a good show while it lasted.” Aimery said. Soon the party was back on. People were dancing and singing, obviously drunk. “Would you like to dance, My Queen?” Aimery said as he got up and held a hand out to her. Levana hysterically laughed. “You're joking