In looking about, Kyran was hit with a sense of dread he hadn't felt since that night. His pink eyes lightened to near-white, but his pupils dilated as he swung his head around and then up. There floated a bat and--while it was just a bat--something about it sparked that familiar unease. He swallowed and watched it fly off, stuck in the moment as time slowly ticked by. His eyes returned to normal and he sighed, paying attention to the papers in his hand. "Where are you?" he wondered with anew determination, moving himself forward and through the crowd. He watched as pairs starting to meet up with mixed reactions, most seeming polite on the surface but there was tension hidden underneath. Rowan
The young man was hard to find, his appearance far more plain than the others here, but Kyran scowled when he found him simply standing there, not even trying to locate his partner. The mage stood taller than the new vampire, but Kyran was rarely surprised by that anymore. "Rolf?" he said as he approached, glancing at the photo again. "I'm Kyran." That was obvious--save for the princess, Kyran's appearance was one of the more unusual, even for a vampire. "I love your hair. I'm sure we could do something more with it." The compliment was genuine if sudden, and Kyran followed it up by reaching out to lightly pull some of Rolf's hair up to watch it fall. "A different shampoo to start might be a good start..." His voice trailed off.
Rowan didn't have to look hard for her partner: the mage approached her. She blinked as the girl..almost addressed her, but seemed to thank something else entirely. Curious, Rowan glanced back and then to the girl again. She stared her down with a furrow of her brow, prepared to judge for any mistake she might make. But, Lilith was well groomed and beautiful, if lacking the prestige and money that made it easy for Rowan. She spoke to Rowan with respect, and the vampire got the sense that it was out of a genuine kindness before any set of social rules. So while the speech itself had left her with dismay, Rowan found it difficult to stay mad after being paired with the girl. It may have been too early to tell, but Rowan wondered if she was one of the more lucky vampires in terms of partners.
"Lilith, the pleasure is mine," Rowan greeted with a bow of her head, her voice low and calm--but not particularly warm. Unlike the girl bowing before her, Rowan spoke with a sense of politeness and ceremony before kindness or goodness. "Please, walk with me. Tell me about your magic and that...unique behavior." So far, it was the only thing she disliked about her new mage. With that, Rowan offered her arm to the shorter mage, allowing for them to be linked at the elbows. She would walk mostly without aim, but slow, dark eyes flickering ahead and back to Lilith as she listened.