Weaving amidst lesser socialites than herself, Mel Medarda caught sight of Elora, at last.

To her surprise, her Noxian peer was conversing with an enticing woman. The Councilor joined them swiftly.

"Elora, I have been looking for you. Who is this?"

Although her glance towards the stranger was brief, she immediately felt that there was an unspoken danger looming about her.

Mel's right-hand was discernably flustered, but forced her voice to flow evenly. "This is... Tempest."

The Council member's olive green eyes evaluated the youthful creature. She then scanned her assistant's blushing face for indications: was she meant to save Elora from an unfortunate encounter or engage in the two women's conversation?

"Tempest." Mel's voice was subtly inquisitive, albeit derisive. "Is that a given name?"

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