BUN-206: Velvet

Even though the Gossamer Gala was at the peak of its festivities, Dew stood as an outsider, alone on the Gala balcony. She could hear the distant laughter of happy couples dancing, and small groups heartily talking business over champagne. She gently placed her hands on the golden balustrade, her fingers delicately tracing the ornamental butterflies on its surface. It had been a very long day, and her negative feelings had finally cau...