What will be will be

[Honrin Wolfe-Denahlii]

He stayed away from everyone as much as he could help it, not wanting to interact with anyone more than necessary. Most people took his unwelcoming expression and stayed away anyway, leaving the Denahlii boy to sit alone at a table, a drink in front of him into which he stared morosely. He was so cold, he was shivering slightly despite the warm room and night. His intense hawkish eyes had dulled to a burning amber, looking so much less alive.

Unheard amongst the music and talking Honrin whimpered to himself. It was strangeness, he couldn't feel and yet he was sad. It was confusing and made him want to leave even more but he couldn't, he understood how important this party and the alliance was to Cercatori. He could think along the same lines as his mother, Cercatori was very unprepared in case anyone decided to attack them, having Casa di Cavalieri so close with so many strong fighters would be an advantage they could not do without.

[Pandora Wolfe-Denahlii]

ooc: She’s wearing a light blue dress similar to this. Cute dress! But of course aged.

The bi-colored girl had found herself in a bit of a conflict that day. Nothing was going right, not at all. First it was a tangle in her hair. Then it was the loose thread in her dress. Then it was the knot in her ribbon. Nothing was going right. She wanted tonight to be perfect and it wasn’t going to be. She flopped on the floor in frustration her long slender legs bent to the side beneath her. She huffed and gently beat her fists against her thighs. She let out a soft whine but stopped it quickly. No. No crying not tonight. She said to herself. He won’t care, he probably won’t even see. She said to herself. Then her words seemed odd to her. Why did it matter what he cared? She tilted her head to the side her eyes on the floor before her. She shrugged suddenly and arose once more. Tonight wasn’t just about him, tonight was about her first time dancing in front of everyone. She would be lost in the crowd but that didn’t matter, tonight was like her dream come true. So she had untangled the knot in her hair, fixed the long thick locks into intertwined loops and curls that formed a loose up-do. She didn’t know how she had gotten so skillful with her hair but she had played with it a lot. Finally she tied a ribbon just beside her flopped right ear. Then she looked in the mirror. The distorted image of the aged mirror made her happy for a moment. Then she could see all the loose strands sticking up on her head, miniscule it would be to others but to her they were bothersome. She tried patting them down lightly but any more than that would shift her hair and she would have to restart. She was running behind already. Her dress didn’t sit right it was crooked; she huffed and adjusted it for a few moments before satisfied that the strapless piece was set right. Then finally she tried to look past the imperfections and left satisfied.

When she arrived, it was strange seeing so many gathered together in merriment. The look of it all was exhilarating. Something in her felt like she was at home in this setting and she didn’t know why. Then she found herself seeking him out, scent couldn’t be relied on there so her eyes scanned the crowd. When she found him she felt silly for not looking their first, after all why would he be within the crowds. She walked over, her fingers looped together behind her back. Her foot slightly twisted in the dirt as she stood before him. Why aren’t you dancing? She giggled softly, knowing just how out of place that would be if he had been.