[center][b]Freija[/b][/center]

The banquet came far too soon.

Freija found herself having time to stop by and unpack just the essentials to such an occasion, consisting of a gown of an emerald hue, much less flowing with a corset across the front and no tail trailing behind her, and a nicer pair of shoes than the riding boots she had on prior. A little crown of Elven fashioned twigs rested on her head, clear crystal being held in the center of it, at her forehead. She contemplated a cloak, but decided otherwise. It would be too warm and stuffy with so many people around, anyway. Washing up and braiding her hair to the side with matching ribbon, she had it tossed over her shoulder when she came in, though by the time she took her seat next to the boy she'd met in the courtyard, it was in messy condition already. She usually didn't mind much, but this occasion found her feeling especially self-conscious. Regardless, it was nice to dine with someone, albeit someone who's name you didn't even know yet.

Though the massive number of people sapped the appetite from her, and she had her fill on mostly vegetables and fish, only once ever taking a small leg of pheasant for herself and even then, eating quite quietly. Though she wasn't sure if it was her underlying nervousness that made it appear so, or just her general upbringing, her eating was dainty, careful. Calculated. Taking tiny bites and tasting each bite individually, letting it roll around her tongue a little before swallowing. Quite uncomfortably, actually.
That lack of appetite really was acting up. She didn't think of herself to be one nervous in crowds, but here it was, and it was happening.

"So...I never caught your name." she asked the boy she dined with, absent mindedly. Her attention was elsewhere, looking over at the people. She scanned a dragonian human-ish creature, some boys engaging in a dance and then breaking it off, and one of them, a little inebriated, going up and talking quite loudly to the dragon. She shook her head. Not a good idea. But they seemed like any other students, messing around on the first day of school and revelling in their primes. Hormones raging, adrenaline pumping.

She completely ignored the little display where the undead teacher almost knifed a student. Brushed it off, almost. Like she'd gotten used to it in about a day. It didn't bother her much, though her eyebrow did rise as it does when she's intrigued when the headmistress came over, whispering indiscernible things to him. 
Her eyes fell on those who refused to show their faces. She'd always been curious how they'd eat. First it settled on Azelf, whom she'd got to know via Third earlier in the day, and several other students, or teachers. She wondered why they hid their faces. It was a curious question that had always played on her mind.
It even settled on a lad who moved very little, though the little gestures his hands made intrigued her.

They settled on another blonde boy, though more tanned definitely and appearing quite built too, making eye contact often with this masked man. She'd assumed they were friends. Strange they didn't speak much, though. But to be fair, she wasn't in a better position. She tilted her chin a little when his gaze fell to someone who looked as lost as she did standing in the doorway. Only wondering what he could possibly want. But she did keep her eyes on the young man sitting a little across her, hair slicked back. It wouldn't be of much assurance, but he seemed thoughtful. Maybe just a little reassuring glance would set her straight and give her the confidence she usually had.
He seemed to have been here a hell of a lot longer than she had, judging by how he was relaxed about everything going on.

"...oh, I'm sorry." she murmured with a slightly cracked throat, barely audible by her partner. She righted it by taking a sip of water and asking a little louder, "What was I saying?"
She'd found herself drifting off, and the sound around becoming a dull drone. Daydreamer? Sometimes.