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"And who do you even plan to dance with?", he asked as he rested on the soft cushion of his seat, "Assuming you know how to dance.", he challenged.

The angel shrugged, "I can dance," she snapped, "But I don't even know who to do it with. Although, dancing with angels isn't fun, male angels aren't very graceful in their step,"

Abigor began to stand as he loosened his tight collar a bit more, "Most angels ware pretty stiff, so it no wonder that they would be.", he replied.

Nouran nodded in response, "Hurts when you have to be barefoot," she remarked once more, making her way down to the dance floor, "But these heels are... Comfortable, surprisingly,"

“Madam may I have this dance?” Garroth asks taking a bow in her direction having taken his cloak off with it in his arm as he bowed.

Ever sat in a chair on the far side of the ballroom. She listened to their conversation, and thought about the mention of their abilities.
She opened her mind, and did what she could only explain as step into the others. She let their thoughts fill her mind, and she smiled to herself.

Odysseus was the only one who hadn't woke up yet. His eyes fluttered open and he yawned, then noticed what he was wearing"AHHHH!"he stared down at his completely white suit and white tie.

The angel appeared to the surprised man, "You okay?" She asks, raising an eyebrow, "Never seen someone flip out over formal wear..."

Garroth laughed. “Well he’d not be the only one but hey I’m not complaining this suit suits me.” Garroth says still laughing.

((Ooh Sounds Interesting))

Yale wakes up, confused. She hadn’t remembered ever going to sleep, especially on the floor. She floats up back into a standing position, only to realize she was wearing heels. She quickly takes them off, tossing them to the side. She always hated wearing shoes. Yale could sense others in the room, all wearing formal clothes.

Nouran scowled, "I don't like this dress, though," she hissed, "It feels weird, how it fits me so nicely instead of loosely wrapping around me like angelic robes,"

Neeme was in the far corner, messing with the dress as she kept tripping on the hem with her hooves. "A-am I the only one that woke up without shoes?" She speaks up and looks around at the various beings.

"Oh great, we got more screamers in this ball, as if this company isn't already rough to deal with.", he muttered as he crossed his arms, his face turned into an unpleasant scowl.

"Can't we all just do our respected actions and dance here?" she questioned, crossing her arms with a scowl, "I have been dressed so nicely for nothing!"

I look to the stage and walk up on it, picking up a wooden pan flute. "Hm.." I look up at the people arguing and I slowly start to play music.

Yale stares at Neeme starts to play music, a smile creeps onto her face as she sways a bit with the music.

I wink at Yale and dance as well, twirling while playing the flute.

Evers eyes wander to the stage, where Neeme had begun to play some music on the pan flute. Her foot began tapping slightly, her heel clicking quietly against the ground.
She was still sitting in the chair, but considered getting up.

I finish the song and smile. "You need music to dance to."

"You don't say?", he replied sarcastically, though in a friendly manner, "I did not know you knew how to play."