Lilliane
It's surprising how fast a mood can change. So quickly in fact, that Lilliane is barely able to realize what is going on before chaos starts to break out around her. Crowds pushing in this and that direction, enforcers at the edge, trying to control the mass of people.
As they push and shove, she loses track of where exactly they are, dragged along by the crowd. Some plead with the enforcers, saying they're from the plates. Others try to get their way with violence. Neither of these even cross her mind until she finds herself in the tram, ushered in with the crowd and unable to turn back.
Finding herself down in the all too familiar Drench, she just stands there for a moment. The once extravagant butterfly-adorned dress, though now torn and dirty, basically screaming at everyone she was a Plater. In a way, she wishes her mask back, another thing lost in the chaos earlier.
With a deep breath, she starts walking. Maybe she can find some hideout to wait until the trams are open again. If nobody recognizes her on the way.
As they push and shove, she loses track of where exactly they are, dragged along by the crowd. Some plead with the enforcers, saying they're from the plates. Others try to get their way with violence. Neither of these even cross her mind until she finds herself in the tram, ushered in with the crowd and unable to turn back.
Finding herself down in the all too familiar Drench, she just stands there for a moment. The once extravagant butterfly-adorned dress, though now torn and dirty, basically screaming at everyone she was a Plater. In a way, she wishes her mask back, another thing lost in the chaos earlier.
With a deep breath, she starts walking. Maybe she can find some hideout to wait until the trams are open again. If nobody recognizes her on the way.
Art by Razaras
