We spill into the four openings and into the darkened Auditorium below. Tetlak motions us in faster, gesturing with his three pronged staff. Keeping Pratt close, I grasp her hand, roping my fingers with hers. Someone shoves past, knocking into a few girls. They cause a small panic which quickly dissolves itself at Tetlak's inspection.
We're in near darkness.
The Auditorium is lit by less babeebs than usual, with only a handful in each ceiling corner. The majority hang below the main Gizella roots in the center over the trunk, illuminating it like a spotlight.