Dean
Fleur De Lysse
The Maith Mansion

"Well I sure hope he does. I mean... Even if he doesn't, he did make me promise him a dance at the ball." Fleur sighed, shrugging her shoulders lightly, making sure the dress was tightened enough to not fall but loose enough to be able to breathe properly, especially given the heat.

Fleur nodded in a gentle thanks as the other lady held the door open for her, making her way down the hallway to where they were meeting her father.

Soon enough, the young lady and Calypso made their way into the room, making their way towards the slightly odd man they had met earlier. Though he seemed a bit eccentric for her families taste, Fleur quite liked him. 

Rocking back and forth on her toes, Fleur looked around excitedly- she was happy to be getting back into the lovely city again. It felt like there was a whole new adventure starting. It was then that the girl spied a boy waiting at the other end of the hall, her head tilting questionably at the snake perched over his shoulders. It was an odd decoration, but Fleur couldn't but help to smile. She always had an affinity towards all creatures. The man held the same peculiar taste as the one speaking in front of them.
Ora
Valkrin Farensun 
Tonate Proper

Valkrin smiled softly. "Is it to your liking, Catarina?" He asked, drawing close to her and taking a piece of the bread. He tore a small piece of it off, and pulled it up to his nose and took a sniff. 

"Baked this morning, it would seem." He said, placing it in his mouth and looking over at her. "Though, it is not the sweetest thing here.." He said, a smirk threatening to stretch the corners of his mouth. "Obviously that would be me." He said, turning to taste a piece of one of the pies. 

The odd pair circled the carts for nearly an hour, tasting bits and pieces of nearly everything. It was the most relaxed Valkrin had been in days, but also the most wound up. He couldn't shake the feeling growing in his stomach. It was like every shadow in the entire courtyard had found its way into his stomach and thickened itself. 

"I should get going. Bradai will not tolerate any sort of tardiness." He said, pausing for a brief moment to straighten his back. "However, should you wish to join me, we would have to hurry to get there before he decides to leave early. We have to be presentable so we need to go ahead and leave." He said, glancing at her and turning to leave.
Marguerite
Catarina Tanner
Tonate Proper

She hesitated a moment, pondering his offer. It had been a long time since she had rubbed shoulders with the upper class. The food they had eaten! And the home she had enjoyed and all of its luxuries! Was Mireli enjoying those luxuries now? She hoped so...

A slight frown clouded her face, the worry and fear of a mother taking over her. If she could have, she never would have left her daughter behind. 

Pushing those thoughts aside, she followed him out of the square, replying, "Of course. I'm already mostly ready, honestly." This was her chance! Perhaps something good would come of this. If nothing else, perhaps she could work her way up into a better position for herself. One where she wasn't so dependent on the wills of men.