Kanalie wouldn't exactly admit that she was nervous if someone indeed asked, but she could definitely feel the buzz of anxiety throb almost painfully in her veins. The courtyard was abundantly populated by bodies and despite the expanse of the area, they all seemed to be rather crowded together. An idiom about sardines came to mind, though that was perhaps too exaggerated for the situation. The warm night air which had seemed perfect minutes ago was starting to cling to her, aided by the body heat being released and her discomforting emotions. As more figures pressed in, all trying to fit into the space, she reached out her hand and caught onto a familiar arm, practically digging her nails in as she did. Alexander was thankfully still by her side, but she didn't risk losing him amongst the liquid mass around them. The way it shifted and heaved with each new person proved that to be a sincere threat. With thoughts of storms and how they must all  be weathered, Kanalie wrapped her thin arm around her friend's and kept herself to his side so they could endure it together. Wanly, she realized how clinging to such a hot-blooded body would do nothing to help with the heat she already felt suffocated by, but that was easy enough to handle. There was no way she was letting go.

While the mass continued to grow and together they were driven deeper into the mess of it, she surveyed the envelope they had been handed and compared it to Alexander's. They appeared to be the same all except for the organization of letters on the front, so that was a bit of a relief. They managed a few words together,  beating away the nervous energy that came from first days with conversation. Their words were ended the second the regal woman flowed her way to the limelight. Kanalie dug her fingers into his arm purposely this time to hush him while all attention was turned that way.

Silence from the crowd left every word to resonate. As everything else came to a stand still from a single entrance alone, Kanalie couldn't help but feel truly dazzled by the extravagance and grace of this woman- this [i]princess[/i]. She tried to take it all in, but there was a limit to all that her sky colored eyes could see. It was all light and promise to her. Her focus was divided between absorbing the princess through her gaze and understanding her every word. However, when the princess spoke of their grouping into pairs, she came so fast to attention that she felt dizzy. A pair, huh? She supposed she could live with that. She would have to live with that.

At the moment she was free to do so, she was sliding a midnight nail beneath the seal and breaking it open. Her eyes fell onto the picture, below it the name. A man. That wasn't so bad, she reasoned with herself faintly, it was easier for her to get along with men anyway. An attractive man at that, there was something appealing about the way his eyes pierced through the parchment itself, not at all hindered by a simple photograph.

"[color=Darkmagenta]Well![/color]" She spoke up finally after a long enough pause to become familiar with the new information. She sounded a bit more breathless than she intended, the excitement of it all carrying a fraction of her voice away. She peeked sideways to her companion's paper, leaning more into him as she inspected his partner as well. "[color=Darkmagenta]I have a pretty man named Declan Sputnik, what about you?[/color]"