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[hr][color=forestgreen][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Abhainn Ballroom
[color=forestgreen][b]Interacting With:[/b][/color] Prince William {[@Legion02]} & Lady Julia {[@HushedWhispers]--mentioned}[/center][hr]

Keir was fascinated by the way that people moved. She couldn't decide if they looked very organized or lost out of their minds. Most just looked like they'd have a few too many drinks; it wasn't hard to see the flush of color that framed the edges of their masks. Before too much longer, she'd have to find her own way to the libations. No doubt they would be easy to spot with the thickest of the throngs huddled close by. She began to move through the crowd, people-watching as she went--one of her favorite past times. As she did, the scene almost looked like a dance planned ahead of time: one person greets another person and either pretends that they don't know who they are or--if they truly don't--pretends that they [i]do[/i] know; pleasantries are exchanged along with well-wishing for each other's families, the future Queen and King, peace for the two realms, and perhaps some gossip of the last person they greeted; then they shed the facade to move away and start again. When some of the more notable lords or ladies were 'unmasked', a sizeable host of admirers would flock to them, flush with praise and knowledge of their family's good deeds. They, too, would be gossiping a moment later about the more... unsavory parts of the said family's past.

She smirked at the goings-on; she felt that if she watched for much longer, she might even be able to imitate them reasonably well. Many of these people didn't even need masks to hide themselves as they did it on a daily basis. In many ways, it was dishonesty by a different name, all prettied up and made palatable for polite company. Keir might be wearing the physical mask, but she could never bring herself to wear a dishonest one. Luckily, not all nobles behaved in such a manner. Lady Julia among many others in Sliabh conducted their affairs in an honest way. Keir had high hopes that she would find many like minds here in Abhainn as well. After all, they hadn't been so different so far.

After pausing a moment to decide where next she should make her way and whether or not she should try engaging in the 'game' of the evening, the decision was made for her when a man in red velvet paired with a rather wild looking mask approached and gave a swift bow.

[color=8493ca]“Greetings, my lady. An interesting night, is it not?”[/color]

She gave a quick curtsy in returned but studied his mannerisms closely; it was easy to do seeing as his eyes were glued elsewhere in the room. Keir spared a quick glance at his target and almost immediately recognized the gown and the woman wearing it. A sly smirk crept onto her exposed lips as she turned back to the man.

[color=forestgreen]"Good evening, my lord. It seems so if one knows where to look."[/color] His sarcasm had not gone unnoticed; she considered it a very useful tool, one she'd picked up as a girl with two older brothers but which she honed after her family received their new title. Her own sarcastic reply aired, Keir had her own inquiry to put forth. [color=forestgreen]"I cannot decide whether your mask is intended to lure people in or drive them away. Did you make it yourself?"[/color] While she figured she might as well attempt to make some semblance of a conversation with the man despite his apparent disinterest in anything but Lady Julia, it was a genuine question.