[color=c4df9b][h2][center]O'Ner Faister [/center][/h2][/color]

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TIME: Late Afternoon

LOCATION: The Grand Ball, Roshmi City

INTERACTIONS:.[@13org] Myra

O'Ner watched her writing her name in the air; "Myra a very beautiful name" Keeping his smile. He could tell their was something wrong with him. A thought came to his head that it could be his undead smell; he thought he had masked it after his transformation. But she must have a sharp nose to still smell his form. He would have to be careful talking to her. 

He wondered if she could even speak; if she couldn't then that would be preferable because their would not be the possible of ruining his cover. Taking her head and leading her to the dance floor; placing his hand on her waist and leading the dance. Even though his movement was a bit sloppy; he seemed to be getting the hang of dancing since last time. His eyes watching her face and body language; wondering what kind of secrets she is hiding.