Clifton
Great White was feeling absolutely fabulous. She had taken her time to carefully select her attire and accessories, donning her favorite rope necklace and all the beloved items that made her feel truly regal. It had taken some effort to gather and assemble these treasured possessions, but the end result was undeniably worth it.

Arriving at Nyx's coronation party, Great White exuded the confidence of a well-prepared queen. Her impeccable appearance spoke to her exquisite taste, a testament to her belief that image held paramount importance in her world. While manners had their place, on this special day, beauty took precedence.

As she mingled in the midst of the celebration, she couldn't help but be captivated by the grandeur of the moment. It sparked a thought in her mind, a desire to host her own Coronation Party in the not-so-distant future, where she too could revel in the opulence and adoration that came with such an event.

In the midst of her self-appreciating celebration of her precious accessories, her sharp eyes locked onto a SilkWing guest. Fueled by her natural charm and a curiosity that seldom waned, she gracefully made her way through the crowd toward the visitor. With a friendly smile, she offered a brief yet warm greeting, "Hello."
Charlene
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Helen
Had she not had years to steel herself against her nerves, Springtail would have jumped, too lost in thought to notice the pale seawing approach. When she did though, she turned her attention fully, offering a low and gracious bow. 
The grey and white scales were a dead giveaway: while she had never met the queen herself, Springtail made it her duty to keep up with the political scene around the world as well as she could, and had received news of the monochrome dragon rising to her throne.
"You must be Queen Great White," Springtail began, four wings spreading in imitation of a moth at rest before she rose again. "It's a pleasure to see you here." 
As soon as she spoke, she bit her tongue to remind herself: she's *Not* A queen here. The intricacies of royal interactions aren't expected of her, only the respect given to those in the courts by citizens. She didn't have keep such a sharp eye on her words as Lady Springtail.
In an attempt to steer herself out of the mindset, Springtail spoke again: "It's lovely tonight, isn't it? The Nightwings know how to plan an... A good party." It was difficult. She wasn't used to being *Just* Nobility. Would it weird to say 'opulent'? Was she being weird right now? Was she making the right expressions? Springtail was so used to keeping her face void of emotion, she wasn't sure whether or not she could relax it. So, she smiled, praying to the three moons that it came off as 'normal' and not 'this face is not my own and I'm not used to how it feels.'
Clifton
Great White's laughter echoed as she continued her lighthearted banter, "It's true, NightWings are renowned for their splendid moon-related festivities. Although, I must admit, my memory might not be sharp."

With regal poise, she turned her attention to the SilkWing guest once again, a polite and curious glint in her eye. "You must be Lady Springtail, or so I heard from a SilkWing traveler who recently graced the Summer Palace." Her gaze held a hint of intrigue.

She leaned in a touch closer and shared a secret, "In truth, I don't typically concern myself with the comings and goings of travelers. My royal duties tend to revolve around more serious matters." A subtle sigh followed as she pondered the differences in their responsibilities.

"But," She added, her tone reflective, "I imagine your experiences as a SilkWing noble must offer a unique perspective, far removed from the concerns of a queen."

In truth, she really just guessed that this Silkwing was anywhere near a noble.
Helen
"I've never attended one, myself," She admitted. "I've never left Pantala, actually. The land here is wonderfully diverse."
Springtail ran her thumb down the delicate chain dressing her throat; even her palms felt different. They were lacking the callouses built up, and it made her itch. 
She blinked, red eyes betraying her surprise. Springtail hadn't expected anyone to have heard of her, much less remember her name, but then again she supposed the sudden appearance of a noble nobody had heard of before assisting the queen might be a tad out of the ordinary.
"Oh, yes, that's me. I assist the queen, when the occasion calls for it." *Whenever I'm not dealing with my own hive.* She nodded along as Great White spoke. "I understand- the responsibilities of a queen must be quite vast, especially with the size of your kingdom." She couldn't help defaulting to flattery, but it was in no way a lie- if the seawing kingdom was anything like her own, she couldn't imagine ruling the wide seas.
"Oh, I wouldn't be so sure," Springtail tried to shrug it off, waving one talon as if to brush the words away. She had no idea what it was like to be a silkwing noble. "I'm nothing more than- well, than a glorified assistant. It's all paperwork for me." And emotional support, but that was nobodies business but her own.
Charlene
I´ll respond tomorow.