[Color=#2F63CB][H1][U][i]Mikahiel Zephyros[/i][/u][/h1][/color]
An odd dream one would not forget. This day at the ball felt like an important one, more so than his own earthly desires. Wiping his face with a towel after a hot bath whilst staring into a fogging mirror Mikahiel looked at his freshly shaven face. He turned to a room with a large bed with silk sheets. He wiped at his ears and cheeks which were moist and he stopped at the end of the bed. He tossed over his towel and waved his hand as the door to his attire was opened. He stepped inside and grabbed his clothes before getting dressed. He looked to another eerie sky that never changed since he stepped foot into this area. An area unknown to him and his cares till now. His art was to be shown near where the Queen will rest her eyes. 

[url=http://img9.mmo.mmo4arab.com/aion/2012/12/10/02beritrasetchain1.jpg]The male attire[/url] he chose was simple and elegant. He always had a desire to have his chest open a trait likely picked up being at sea. He attempted to enter the castle with the usual line of guests whose attention was immediately seized by guards and told to lay down all weapons. Having anticipated this Mikahiel had already left his weapon within a wrapped lining within his tools which were being escorted inside by young movers along with his project he had been working on for this very occasion. So in he went with little eyed batted to other guests who were near he went inside and found the place to be much more elegant than any place he has entered within this land. 

He looked over where his project was likely being rolled in from. It was behind the guests sight as to not be an eyesore. He strolled behind the walls of the castle where chefs, curators and more were maintaining the place he found a few guards and assured them of his status. [Color=#2F63CB]"Why yes I am Mikahiel Zypheros the one and only artist to grace this fair land with such a height none could mistake me. I take pride in it."[/color] He thanked them for their kindness and cursed the authoritarian rule while behind their backs. A trait of an artist. He looked at his project from up close behind the veil. 

After a moment he returned to the main ball room and noticed from afar a rather large figure dressed in something he recognized. He came to Aisha from the front whilst carrying a black cane in hand. He strolled over with a gentle smile. He was not wary of what the other guests would think speaking to a centaur so openly. [Color=#2F63CB]"Aisha I see you truly do like what I've made for you. I'm glad you're here. As it seems I have no friends here yet. Haha."[/color] He chuckled playfully. 
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