[b]"He's having another one of his fixated episodes, is he?"[/b] Lady Agnes said before turning to aid you in your search across the grand lawn. [b]"Well I can most certainly try to be of assistance."[/b]

The two of you leaned forward, following the rigid line of Flurry’s muzzle as he stood perfectly still at your side, ears perked, tail frozen, gaze locked on some distant point beyond the sea of milling guests. It’s a noble effort, but hardly an easy one. The lawn was alive with movement. Guests drifted between tables, servers weaved through clusters of conversation, and an ever growing mob of children darted unpredictably after the illusory cat you conjured into being.

You shift a little to the left. Lady Agnes tilts her head to the right. Neither angle seems to help.

[b]"Did you give Flurry the ability to see through people since we last met?"[/b] She asked while squinting over a particularly tall halfling standing on a chair. Flurry did not blink. His stare remained unwavering. Intense enough that one might wonder whether he has sensed danger, spotted a rival, or perhaps identified something only dogs and divination wizards can properly decipher.

At last, the smallest of gaps opened in the crowd as several guests wandered off to join the betting at the buffet table. Through that brief window, the line of sight became clear. And there, glittering beneath the midday sun like a shard of winter transplanted into summer’s warmth, stood an ice sculpture.

Lady Agnes blinked for a moment, then her face blossomed into an expression of mirthful amusement. [b]"He becomes fixated on the most random things, doesn't he?"[/b] She said. [b]"Well... Mystery solved. Though Flurry's motivations remain just as much his own as they always do."[/b]