[Center][h2][b][color=Gold]Morrigan Cade[/color][/b][/h2]
Interacting with: [@Scribe of Thoth][/center]

[Color=gray][color=gold][i]Tsk,[/i][/color] Morrigan sucked in his teeth as yet another face didn’t match with the sullen looking boy from the photograph. [Color=gold][i]How difficult should this be?[/i][/color] He shifted impatiently on the balls of his feet, lacing his fingers together on the nape of his neck. All around him pairs mingled and began to split off. While here he stood off to the side, occasionally bouncing onto the tips of his toes as he watched new bodies come through the entrance. 

[Color=gold]”This isn’t going to work,”[/color] he came to the conclusion while springing from his spot. Morrigan wound through the milling crowd with haste, uttering apologies to those who those he occasionally bumped into. There were several brunette haired mages in the crowd; a few vampires as well but he could easily spot the difference between the two. The races truly were worlds apart it seemed.

Drinks circulated, blood for vampires and some sort of drink for the mages—alcohol he would assume. Something to help ease the tension between the races. The temptation burned in the back of his throat—to snatch a glass and gulp it down greedily but as he watched his fellow vampires nurse and sip with decorum he put his desire on the back burner. 

A vampire stalked angrily past him, dark hair rippling with his rushed movements. Morrigan paused to watch him for a moment. [Color=gold][i]Guess someone isn’t happy with his pairing.[/i][/color] It was bound to happen, not all pairs were going to mesh. A new wave of apprehension washed over him before he looked back down at the photograph—what if they didn’t get along?

Morrigan pushed away the thought before setting forward once more. His eyes darting over every face that came into his field of vision. That was until a sliver of a familiar face peeked out from between two bodies. He took a faltering step backwards, aiming to get a better look.

Dark hair? Check.
Fair complexion? Check.
Sullen appearance? Double check.

So it wasn’t just an off day, Maxwell looked just as broody as he did in the photo if not more so. It was as if he had placed a wall between the party and himself with the way he stood. [Color=gold][i]Is there a way to trade partners?[/i][/color] the thought sat bitterly in his mind. He didn’t foresee this going well. 

With eager fingers Morrigan straightened his coat and brushed his messy locks from his eyes. He schooled his face into what he hoped was a non-intimidating look and put on his best polite smile. With steps more certain than he felt he approached the boy, stopping about a foot away from him. 

[Color=gold]”Maxwell Alderman? I’m Morrigan Cade, pleasure to meet you,”[/color] he said while extending his hand. [/color]