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He move closer curious but he was kind of shy as he look at the others he stop near them"hi"He mummbles to them look around him as he watch the event.

The Sword noticed the wee wooden automaton perching on the Duchess's shoulder. A crooked smile curved his lips as he returned the salute.

When their host offered Alfred up to help him find the Sun, his demeanor changed. "... lifetimes ago," he said in almost a whisper. "In a place far from here." Some of that somberness returned to him then.

But he'd been tasked! With a last sheepish look at the Duchess, he hurried after Alfred. "It is not so simple," he replied to Alfred petulantly.

Aspen took one look up from the ground and noticed a shy person in the middle of the gala. He smiled and put his mask back on. He got up, grabbed two drinks, and approached the new fellow nearby. He nodded as he handed this person the drink. The person nearby him had black-ish hair and a white mask. This drew Aspen's attention greatly, and he was curious about this person as well. "Hello, my good man. I hope you don't mind if I interrupt anything," he told the person. "I'm Aspen Heilsung. It's nice to meet you. What is your name?"

Sarthelia had fallen asleep as a result of the food she ate, only waking up to find her faithful ally mounted on her shoulder, his wings serving as a blindfold for her while he kept vigilant watch over the people around them. She stood up and saw the Dragoness yet again. She seemed distracted and Sarthelia didn't want to disrupt her. She stood up and smiled, her eyes glimpsing the rose in the center. She wasted no time going towards it to look, the cold snow beneath her bare feet only mildly discomforting her. "A peculiar plant." She muttered to herself, simply gazing at the beautiful flower that seemed to be losing its petals.

The returned salute gets the tiny “lion” to privately yet triumphantly fist pump. Acknowledged!

Look takes note of another guest approaching, tilting his head curiously at Hanabil. He waves a hello back, abd a thumbs up to his mask! And another hello to another new person and—oh, who’s missing hellos?

Alfred worked on filling a mug with mead, the flutters in his stomach making him feel very much alive again. The mead could only make it better. With the sword having been on his heels, talking about how finding the sun wasn't simple, Alfred scoffed. "Are we talking about the same sun?"

Hannabil look up when a man came up.As he took the drink the man gave him."Lord hanabil"He said not wanting say prince because he didnt like saying his title.So he said something lower then his title.As he look at the man when his black bangs fall into one of his eyes.He wasnt use to people walking up to him offering him drinks and asking him his name.

The Duchess lets out a soft sigh as Alfred and the Sword depart, taking a moment to preen, putting her hair back in place. "That was a close one, wasn't it, little lion? But now our last two petals will be able to fall in their own time, and our friends won't find themselves... over served. Unlike that unfortunate plant over there," she adds, tossing a look toward the plant that Gyrfalcon had fed a brandy just before the kerfuffle over the rose began.

"Lord Hanabil, you say? Well, it is so mice to meet you." Aspen smiled as he learned of the man's name. He then noticed how nervous Hanabil seemed to be. He looked at him and nodded. "I can tell you're nervous. It's okay. I'm just as nervous and overwhelmed as you are. No need to be. It's a wonderful gala, I can say."

He doesn’t quite understand, but he does nod, giving her a sympathetic pat. What he did get is looking at the flower, as pretty as it was, was somehow bad. Better keep an eye out for someone else!

It might be for the best that he’d caught on to that bit in particular as he’s now gone worryingly still while eyeing Sarthelia.

He nods "Nice meet you to"He said looking at the man."I am not nervous at all i just like be alone"

Aspen nodded as he sipped some of his drink. "I see. Then I must apologize for my assumption."

He nods "Its fine"He says looking around.

Yes, mead--mead sounded like a grand idea. After Alfred served himself, the Sword got some for himself, and took a large gulp. The cup shook slightly in his hands. "Nay, I--the Sun is someone I used to know, a long time ago. I've been looking for him for a ... long time."

Aspen smiled. "You don't mind if I kept you company for a bit, then?"

He smiled nodding."Sure why not"

The tension between the Duchess, the inhuman being, and the Sword seemed to have subsided, the latter two moving off while the Duchess turned her attention once more to the small figure on her shoulder. Peering a little closer, the little fellow appeared to be...wooden?

The Dragoness blinked, wondering if her eyes were playing tricks on her as she looked away, scanning the room. She spotted again Sarthelia and Xefry but continued to simple observe for the time being, once more beginning to walk slowly along in quiet content.

Even if she wasn't really doing anything in particular, it was still one of the best evenings she'd had in a long, long while. Being able to walk among others without being mobbed or attacked was unbelievably refreshing, but she did her utmost to keep herself from growing emotional over it again.

A flash of light and Spectrolite found himself shaking his head near a rose almost wilted. What happened? Did the excitement of the event cause his magic to awry?

He began to lower his snout to the fallen petals when he noticed it was quieter and...new faces. His head snapped up as he looked around anew. " It seems time has escaped me..."

uh were was i people talking to fast))

Aspen smiled as he looked around. "Thank you, Hanabil." He noticed the people dancing and walking around, some even having more drinks and treats. He couldn't help but wiggle his fingers for a second, since they were getting stiff. He then created a mini ice sculpture and showed it to Hanabil. "I can manipulate ice magic. I am the only one in my...former kingdom that can manipulate ice." He chuckled. "This sculpture is one of the few things I first learned when I found out about my magic. Do you like it?" He then frowned, not knowing how Hanabil would react to magic. "I, uh...hope magic doesn't bother you."