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[h1][color=f49ac2]Amaris Marivaldi[/color][/h1]
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[i]There is nothing to see here just yet.[/i]
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The ballroom had turned out even better than Amaris could ever have expected. It certainly wasn’t the most lavish she had seen to date, but it was absolutely perfect for the events taking place. Despite the campus not requiring costumes overall, the countess had encountered many impressive ensembles just on the walk over yet nothing quite compared to seeing them all gathered in one place.

Somewhat overwhelmed by her own excitement, Amaris had sent her partner off to familiarize herself with the space while she hung back on the outskirts of the dancefloor. It was highly likely that Cassandra’s friends would also be in attendance, or at least she hoped they would be, giving the mage an opportunity to seek them out and potentially spend some time with them. In the meantime, Amaris sat back and allowed her eyes to wander across the room.

Once Amaris had adjusted to all the costumes, she began noticing the smaller details that gave away certain personalities. At one point she caught sight of a pair of sullen eyes, framed by a black-trimmed white mask, scanning the area as if searching for something specific. His demeanour reminded her of an embraced classmate she had noticed among the first few days of school. She still didn’t know much about him, and had never found the opportunity to offer him study advice like she had wanted, but she had found it increasingly difficult to pick the boy out in the crowded lecture halls. This was the first time he had stood out in some time now causing a small smile to brighten her features.

The boy was eventually joined by a caped figure donning a minotaur themed mask. It was a flashy look but not at all a bad one. Amaris could just about feel the shift in energy from him as the small group began speaking to one another, the countess taking it as her cue to move her attention on to a different subject. Her eyes gravitated toward a shimmering gold moving about the dancefloor, the white hair giving away her identity almost immediately. The countess found herself captivated by the image for as long as the pair remained in view. Eventually the dance took them away from the countess leaving her to her thoughts once again.

Without a word, Amaris began wandering the space once again in the hopes of catching back up with her mage.