Wherein Alea Sets Fire

Delphine chewed on her nail as she paced the length of the basement with quick, agitated strides. “I had a plan,” she muttered, spinning on her heel fast enough to make her ponytail fly around and smack her in the face. “I had a good plan. A great plan, even! I was going to sneak you into one of Elenwen’s thrice-damned Thalmor parties.” She turned and gave Alea an absolutely tormented look, clutching at her hair. “But you're twelve! Twelve! How can you fake being someone important when you're twelve?”Alea, who was sitting at the table and absently toying with a soul gem as she waited for Delphine to rant herself out, finally looked up. “Well,” she said, grimacing reluctantly. “I... may have some friends who can help with that.”