[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190120/b458a81531631a6916fa9413063c5f80.png[/img][/center][right][sub][i]Interacting with...?[/i] [@Achronum][/sub][/right]
Salem disappeared into the crowd after they split apart, and Aaron floated back to the outskirts of the ballroom, content to stay out of the action for a few dances and simply watch. And watch he did; the ballroom was a feast for the eyes, a swirling mass of colours and textures glimmering under the chandeliers, spinning and stepping in tandem. As the moments passed, however, Aaron looked on with a more critical eye. He would latch on to one pair of dancers for a moment, watching their steps, their movements, their faces, before flitting to the next, looking carefully for any misstep. He wandered slowly around the edge of the ballroom as he watched, largely unbeknownst to him as he let himself sink back into familiar ways. What had started as a game between him and his mother when he was a child learning to dance, had become a lifelong habit; formerly a way to pass the time between waiting on nobles, and now a pleasant reminder of home. 

Feathers and a raven mask meandered past her, breaking her concentration on a morsel that caught her eye. Her eyebrows shot up and she tracked the boy, sniffing as she trailed after him. Citrus. Hm, not quite what she was in the mood for but she was interested in more than just a baseline flavor now. She gave the distracted mage a few more moments before she caught up with him and kept his pace. [color=red]"An interesting ensemble. Currying favor or displaying loyalty?"[/color]

A voice brought Aaron out of his nostalgic reverie, and he glanced down at the woman it belonged to, walking leisurely alongside him. Her dress reminded him of the Sinnenodel colours, black and silver with traces of green, though he didn’t know of any other Sinnenodels present on campus, so he brushed the thought aside as coincidence. Holding a wine glass, her hand betrayed age, though in a world of ageless beings that was hardly an indication of anything. What drew Aaron’s eye the most was her mask; covering her entire face, the porcelain bore a dazzling pattern in every colour, momentarily hypnotizing the young mage as he tried to make sense of it.

He didn’t tarry long, though, and met the woman with a polished smile. [color=f0d705]“Merely a reminder of home,”[/color] he replied smoothly, arranging his hands behind his back. He tilted his head toward the woman, a subtle gesture of deference. Even without seeing her eyes or her fangs, Aaron knew she was a vampire; they had an air about them he never could quite describe, and like a deer sensing a predator, he could always [i]tell.[/i] 

[color=f0d705]“But I suppose I could ask the same of you, Miss..?”[/color]