Natara had watched this pink haired girl since she came in. The vivid hair color was hard for her eyes to miss. She was actually quite surprised that no one else seemed to notice. However, it had been later on during the ball when Natara had finally arrived. Maybe she was part of an act. The thought soon faded from her mind.

When the girl jumped and swung down on the curtains and landed on the table. Not only did she insult Larkin but she had startled everyone in the hall and decapitated someone.

There was also this boy that had been taken. Tic was it? He looked so fragile and young. Natara had seen him once before. Yes, during the rebellion which involved sink. Larkin had used this boy to get information.

A feeling passed through Natara's body. One she had long forgotten. A feeling of pity for this boy. He didn't deserve to be in the middle of this. He didn't deserve to be used by Larkin, or even taken by the strange girl with pink hair that could bleed more blood than a heavy rain could pour.

Natara stood in her corner and laughed softly to herself. It seemed quite comical in a way. Amusing to watch but could be kind of dangerous to get involved in. It made her smile.