A Ylian, clothed in layers of gauzy lilac chiffon drifts silently through the crowd to the book. She wears a mask with the [slightly sacrilegious] effigy of Dakkru crowned with crystals. She flips through the book, noting who has been signing it, smiling at some names, smirking at others. After a time, she begins looking about for a quill. Seeing none, and certainly not having one stored in her skirts, she calls up a bit of magic, forming a perfect ice-crystal quill between her fingers. She pricks it into the skin of her forearm, and using the small welling of blood, writes in an firm, upright hand:
Tesh.
She frowns to herself, and after a moments hesitation scratches it out, and replaces it with a decidedly more elegant:
~Teshia Dastrid~