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[color=gold]Time:[/color] Late Afternoon
[color=gold]Location:[/color]Roshmi City
[color=gold]Interactions:[/color] Artemis [@Potter]
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[color=gold]“Disappoint? Not in the least, I have had many opportunities to dance and feast but I have never met you before. Meeting new people is one of life’s finest joys.”[/color] Cade said with friendly but toothy smile. He wasn’t entirely sure what sort of creature Artemins was, perhaps a demon, as she didn’t seem to hide her rounded ears the way a human certainly would and her scent was entirely unfamiliar to him. He didn’t see any obvious demi characteristics either and he was confident that he would recognize the animal scents that other demihumans possessed. Cade’s current and limited experience with demons had been rather positive so he was neither bothered nor concerned by the fearsome reputation of the species. Artemis didn’t give off any malevolent energy either, though for someone attending an event focused mainly on dancing she seemed to have little interest in it. 

[color=gold]“I am guessing refusal to participate would make us stand out, and I think that would be a dangerous choice here. How about we keep the dancing simple so that I do not make a fool of myself, my mother always said I had all the grace of bull.”[/color] Cade suggested, not wanting to be overly noticed by the lich king loyalists that he assumed were watching them all quite closely. Cade offered his hand to Artemis for their mandatory dance. Even if he wasn’t worried about standing out in a room full of potential enemies to the cause, he wasn’t sure he could resist the magic that was compelling him. Just as it had compelled Artemis to seek him out, he felt the magic’s pull to submit to the dancing. He did his best to hide his annoyance at having his will influenced by magic and decided instead to focus on getting to know Artemis. 

[color=gold]”Since the point of the dancing is to get to know each other better how about some random ice breaker questions? What is your most favorite thing in the world?”[/color] Cade asked, hoping that such a subject would cheer up his dance partner from whatever it was that troubled her. 


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[color=cyan]Time:[/color] Late Afternoon
[color=cyan]Location:[/color] Roshmi City
[color=cyan]Interactions:[/color] Corvina [@Potter]
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Bowyn flinched slightly, momentarily startled as the stranger placed her hands on his shoulders, but suppressed the instinct to fully recoil from the elf and forced himself to relax. He took a second to focus on the dance rather than his partner, hoping to mask his momentary awkwardness. He led effortlessly, fairies were nothing if not graceful and he did still remember how to dance. He found it easy to fall back into the patterns of movements he had taken such care in learning in what could’ve been another lifetime. His attention turned back to his partner when she asked if he was enjoying the ball and Bowyn managed to stifle the immediate sarcastic response that popped into his head. 

[color=cyan]“This is, by far, the most extravagant ball I’ve attended. The enchanted paper is an interesting touch don’t you think? Any thoughts on why the fates might pair us together?”[/color] Bowyn kept his response masked in a half truth, as they always sounded more convincing than a lie, and ended it with another smile. While his intent was to gain information on the stranger, he kept his tone flirtatious in the hopes to avoid her suspicion. He wasn’t sure how to discreetly uncover something as dangerous as being involved in treason and any human with even half a brain wasn’t going to tell a stranger what they were. Bowyn had little faith in his ability to charm such information out of another with his woefully rusty social skills but he could at least keep himself from being discovered should this elf be a loyalist.

[color=lightcyan]“I could bite her ears and see if they’re fake.”[/color] Boreas suggested and Bowyn tried to discreetly shake his head to the bird while shooting him a look out of the corner of his eyes to tell him no. He did not need to stand out anymore than a winter fairy this far south already did and Boreas, sensing Bowyn’s tension, was trying to get them out of the situation quickly. The merlin ruffled slightly in annoyance as the fairy’s plan was much slower than the bird’s more direct tactic. Bowyn tried to relax more, to not think so much about the direness of the situation in order to calm his bird some. He focused on the dancing, trying to convince himself that he was enjoying it and that everything was going to be fine. He really hoped the bird was buying it, the last thing he needed was a stressed out bird going around biting elves on the ears.