[center][img] https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjgwLmUwYjYwYi5RMkZrWlc1alpTQnZaaUJoSUZSb2RXNWtaWEp6ZEc5eWJRLCwuMA,,/vtks-hyperboldi.regular.png[/img] [color=gold]Time:[/color] Late Afternoon [color=gold]Location:[/color]Roshmi City [color=gold]Interactions:[/color] Ayita [@13org], Sakura [@baraquiel] [/center] Cade’s interest in the food was momentarily forgotten as a new guest entered the ballroom drawing a great many stares and whispers from other guests. A fairy dressed in the unmistakable garb of the old royalty, a line of true rules who could never be forgotten by those who truly loved what Avalia had once been. There was no mistaking who the pink haired fairy was and those he had met from the Flower Kingdom had spoke only of the kindness and generosity of their beloved princess. The mere sight of a living remnant of a time where the rulers of Avalia had been honorable and just, before the darkness of undead lich, inspired a powerful feeling of hope in him for the return of that prosperity. He fought the urge to kneel before such a figure but the enthusiastic flicking of his tail and joyous grin gave away his excitement. [color=gold]”What a remarkable display of courage.”[/color] Cade said in a soft whisper, more to himself than to his companions. His tone full of pride for all that Avalia had once been and for what he was certain it could be again. Cade’s momentary loss in his sense of awe was ended by the man handing out papers for the icebreaker dances and he quickly turned his attention back to his friends. Ayita was still concerned about fitting in with the rest of the ball goers, a concern he shared for himself as well. It was much easier for Cade to fit in with those considered commoners than the higher classes where rules of etiquette were learned from birth. He looked to Sakura, who carried herself with the elegance of those who could claim noble birth to answer any questions on proper decorum though he wasn’t sure how much anyone could really learn in only twenty minutes. [color=gold]”I have always found that when lacking the knowledge of proper customs, others respond well to common politeness and respect. My village did not have the vast diversity of Roshmi but most people enjoy talking about themselves and one can get by through listening and observing. At least that has been my experience though I’ve never really spent time around the more noble classes.”[/color] Cade said offering what advice he could as he headed towards the assortment of food. [color=gold]”And I can only assume it would be rude not partake in such a finely prepared feast, and worse yet to make the food continue to wait for the company of such fine ladies.”[/color] He added grateful for the chance to indulge in the fine collection of meats and fish prepared by those whose greatest skill was in the culinary arts. He made conscious effort to both keep his mouth closed when chewing and to use the provided cutlery, which felt very unnatural in his grip. [hr] [center][img]https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjk2LjEwZjhmZS5RbTkzZVc0Z1JXeHRkMjl2WkEsLC4xAAA,/aldith.grunge.png[/img] [color=cyan]Time:[/color] Late Afternoon [color=cyan]Location:[/color] Roshmi City [color=cyan]Interactions:[/color] Torvi [@Tae], Belle [@Potter] [/center] Bowyn took the long way around the room to the area dedicated to food and drink, carefully observing his surroundings, noting the possible exists from the ballroom. Though the space itself was quite large the vast amount of people inside provided him with a very claustrophobic feeling. This was not a place he would ever want to be trapped in, surrounded by a great number of people who he did not doubt willing served Aklenroth, and knowing every possible escape gave him a mild form of relief from that thought. His attention was momentarily drawn from his surroundings at the arrival of a fairy who cause those nearby him to change their tones to hushed whispers. Upon seeing the garish attire worn by that fairy, a dress that seemed to exist for no other reason than to attract attention, Bowyn couldn’t help but roll his eyes. Some member of the practically defunct royal family from the Flower Kingdom had foolishly deemed this ball the place to try and stir up trouble, the only foreseeable outcome of such a blatant display of title. Boreas remained still and equally observant as he rested on his shoulder, sensing the winter fairy’s unease. Bowyn would’ve preferred to leave as the whole event seemed destined for trouble and he eyed the closest exit for lingering moment before continuing through the crowd of people towards a table that contained both mead and glasses. He quickly rushed to fill three glasses spilling some of the mead in the process, but he was far too vexed by his choice not to leave immediately to remain undistracted. He allowed himself to become far too attached to both Torvi and Belle, making him unable to leave a situation where the potential for danger far outweighed any gain for him alone. The only reward this ball could offer was in helping them find allies and keeping them alive. This ball offered him no chance at getting any closer to tracking down the monstrous creature that Aklenroth had turned Aeryn into, and Bowyn could see no good reason to stay here. He carried the glasses back towards the table where Torvi and Belle where, pausing once more near an exit before continuing towards the table. [color=lightcyan]”We can’t leave them here.”[/color] Boreas said with his tone carrying message that bird understood both the sense of danger he felt from Bowyn and what staying here could mean for them. [color=cyan]”You don’t have to stay, you’ve done more than enough for me.”[/color] Bowyn whispered back to the merlin. [color=lightcyan]”I will stay too.”[/color] Boreas replied and Bowyn knew the bird understood what that meant, they would likely continue to put themselves in dangerous situations. That now more creatures mattered to Bowyn than just one bird. [color=cyan]”Then you are a fool too.”[/color] Bowyn whispered back to the bird with a hint of a smile. [color=lightcyan]”Then we will be fools together.”[/color] Boreas agreed as Bowyn and the loyal bird found their way back to the table where Torvi and Belle were seated. [color=cyan] “It seems the flower kingdom has sent a princess to honor us all with her presence.”[/color] Bowyn said, with mock enthusiasm, as he sat three glasses of mead at the table. He glanced at Belle who he now remembered had requested water rather than a real drink and simply shrugged. [color=cyan]“Didn’t see any water but there’s definitely some water in there.”[/color] Bowyn added before taking a long drink from his glass. He had a feeling he was going to need as much liquid courage as possible befor the night was through. He paused for a second to assess those who were near their table before continuing in quiet whisper. [color=cyan]“That fairy everyone keeps looking at, a princess from the Flower Kingdom, her showing up here, and in that dress, can only lead to trouble. Our situation here is mostly likely more dangerous than we originally expected. I am still not opposed to leaving, I doubt anyone would really notice if we go before the dances start.”[/color] He offered though a part of him already knew he had missed his opportunity to so, and he doubted they would share his eagerness to leave based solely on a fairy in an old and expensive dress.