Both Marae and Nirann were moderately surprised about how their grand entrance was unfolding. Not only did they approach the party, but Wallace actually allowed the party to come to them. Freyr ducked back inside almost immediately, which got a chuckle out of Marae. It felt like Freyr was not quite accustomed to this sort of environment. They had not been quite sure how this evening was going to play out, but Marae and Nirann both shared a knowing look; at this point, they both knew what they were going to do next. 

At first, the pair slipped over to the side of the platform as the crowd advanced. They knew well-enough not to be in their way, though Freyr was quite firmly in their path. From what they could observe, it seemed like the idea of “inhibitions” was a foreign one to much of the crowd at the moment. One of them required no invitation to fall on Freyr’s bean bag chair and embrace her like a long-lost friend. 

Nirann nudged Marae beside him. “About what kind of dosage you think she has right now?’

“Now that’s just rude.”

“But [i]not[/i] inaccurate.”

Both exchanged a nod before deciding to approach, and they were both surprisingly adept at navigating even such a chaotic crowd. They knew not to try to move against it, instead moving with the flow of people as if they were navigating a river. They just nudged themselves in their desired direction whenever the opportunity presented itself. They ended up taking an indirect path, so Freyr may not have even seen them walk up behind her and take a seat on either side of her, crowding her bean bag chair rather thoroughly. She suddenly found herself with a scaly hand resting on her left shoulder, a metal hand on her right, and both of them talking to her one after another.

“Well, seems like you’re not wasting any time.”

“I see you’ve already made a friend.”

“That’s nice.”

“Seems like our host is mostly focused on entertaining her swarm of guests right now.” 

“If we play it right, we can probably just slip away into the party.”