The air is heavy with confusion, excitement, and the sharp scent of metal dust that still hangs around the broken striker machine. Sparks from the shattered mechanism glint faintly on the polished floor of the hall like little stars, mocking the silence that has suddenly fallen. Everyone is still staring at Heidi… small, gorgeous, trembling Heidi who looks as though she might faint right then and there if someone so much as sneezes.
Opinions and chants are flying around following Daphne's protest. Amias rubs his temple, wondering when one of the management would talk already and free Heidi—and maybe him and everyone else from this suspense when predictably—comes the bark.
"ORDER! I WILL HAVE ORDER!"
Master Corvin storms onto the stage like a general preparing to face a war that only he seems to think is happening. He slams his staff onto the wooden floorboards so hard that the sound ricochets through the hall. A few of the younger omegas in the crowd jump in fright.
