Pain and boredom do not mix well.

Miraye was getting terribly bored and her knees were beginning to lock up in their joints due to the position she was in. She still crouched low, eyes wandering from the Shrike to the dancers. She looked back at the Shrike, the boy in his arms, the other lady and what seemed to be a shocked Stelon. Pain was now crawling up her spine. "Hisheme blasted, when the hell is the jack ass going to do his speech?!" she hissed in the shadows. Miraye brushed up a stray lock of pink her behind her left ear, her scar now glistened with the pale moon. From the look on her face, she was getting angry. Boredom and patience weren't much of a virtue for Miraye; she did have somewhat of a temper, after all.

The chandelier across her had set off different lights on the dance floor. The dancers would waltz under the many colors, mixing in and glow. Miraye sat on the window ledge, her knees making a loud cracking noise. She winced as the pain let go, her feet dangling below her. They were still in shadows, and the white dress had blended in with the banner she used as a rope. She wanted everything to finish, wishing to get out of there as soon she can. After the pain vanished, Miraye crouched again on the ledge, balancing with effort not to fall off.

But something told her things would come, soon. The timing would be right, and then she'll be on her way. Miraye wondered if Matthias had already krept back in, if Farrago was alright and if Imera was enjoying herself. She wondered how would Stelon feel if she killed Larkin and chopped off his head, and how Tic would react when he saw her again. The prince rescues the princess, but Miraye felt like the prince in this story. "Pfft." She said that when she thought of all these things, wondering why she even cared for these people. Her head pounded, and she lifted her arms to massage her temples.

Soon, she thought. It'll all come soon.