Jennifer
More and more guests flooded the room and soon the room was filled with chatter and interesting faces. Though none more peculiar than a tall woman clad in a silky skin tight dress, her hair seemingly was woven into the fabric- peculiar indeed. The woman was tall, and her thinned framed glasses caught the light in such a way that her steel eyes were shrouded behind the glare. The woman was conversing with a pair of small pale children who were holding hands before she caught sight of a familiar face and began to head over.
Ellen
Kallista would feel a gentle hand on her shoulder, if she were to turn around- she would be face to face with an old friend. Though it was staggering to see the woman in such fine attire, though she was a beautiful woman- formal events didn't seem up her ally. 

"Kallista? I see you're one puppy short."

The woman's tone was playful and lacked any true malice. She her crescent moon earrings glistened in the well lit room, her tall hairstyle adding to her already statuesque appearance. She then raised her hand, wiggling her fingers to Igni as she poked fun at him. The woman couldn't help but notice Tarin out of the corner of her eye, shooting him a subtle wink before returning her attention to her dear friend Kallista. 

"Enjoying the pleasantries? Eliza surely went all out this year."

Morticia's body language was relaxed, her hip popped out to the side and her expression smug and confident. After all her and Eliza have been business associates for years and often visited the manor to discuss future jobs with the countess.

"I'm sure the night will be *Lively*. Our hosts children are quite the ruckus"
Theresa
"They are rather similar in design," She agreed, a smile momentarily coming across her face after he kissed her, placing a hand on his arm gently. His displays of affection, public or not, always brought her joy. There wasn't a doubt there wouldn't be food and drink. Most events such as these always provided such. "There will definitely be food and drink." Igni's expression told her he was pleased to be here, as was she. It often was not common for them to attend such events. Kallista has been to a few, especially in her younger years, but now, not as often. 

She glimpsed across the grand room, studying the faces of the guests to determine if she recognized anyone while waiting for the host to greet them. With the amount of guests piling in, surely there would be familiar faces. At her husband's next words, she followed his gaze to Tarin Vo. A familiar man, indeed. Not one she knew personally, and nor did Igni but his reputation was known well enough. Kallista didn't say a word, the corners of her mouth curving into a smirk at the cursed man's words. Dragon Horns was a fascinating way to put it. Unfortunately, they did look like the horns of a Dragon, even when that was not the impression she wanted to give off. "I am as well, dear."

Kallista's stare seemed to burn into Tarin, her eyes judgmental and stern as he began to walk off until she felt a gentle hand on her shoulder. Surprised by the touch at first, she turned to face Morticia, the jewelry on her horns swinging with the movement. "Morticia. It's good to see you," She said, her expression softening. It was unexpected to see an old friend here, but a pleasant surprise indeed. 

"Yes, the place looks lovely, and I would imagine so. I have yet to meet them," She said, glancing around at the crowd once more before asking. "How have you been?"
Susan
Thyri mostly kept away from the larger group for the moment. She would likely be embarrassed by any nobles just from the way that she spoke. She knew that she had no fancy way of speaking, nor did she have the figure of a noble. Oh, how she wished she had worn some gloves to hide the scorch marks that were cast upon her hands from hours within the forge. 

Though her thoughts were soon dashed away as a lanky figure approached her. She could not deny the surprise that shot through her vision at the sudden words. Her eyes shot over his strange figure, Thyri had known that there would be some odd individuals at such a dance, but this was not what she had been expecting at all. However, she did not allow any of her immediate thoughts to be cast through her vision, instead allowing an uneasy smile to appear on her face as she was greeted. The sounds of the bones were horrific, a disgusting sound to many, but Thyri did her best to not react, unsure if this was an issue or not. As a hand was extended, Thyri recalled the words of one of the merchants on how to respond. Thyri allowed the tall individual to take hold of her hand, giving a small bow in response before she spoke.

"Oh! Greetings! It is a pleasure to meet ya. I am doing quite well! Though, it is rather cold, is it not?" Despite her best efforts to remove her accent, there was sadly no luck. Even whilst she did her best to match the speaking tones and more noble speech. Even just by being near her, one was able to smell ash and the fire of a forge.
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"I am Thyri Sigtrygg. It is rather nice to meet ya, Pan." Even with her awkward stance, that did not mean that she was going to avoid pleasantries. It would be good to try and gain as many friends as she could, hoping to have such a crowd speaking about her forge and its wares would be an incredible feat. Though, for now she just needed to get into the area and begin speaking to people. With Pan seemingly taking the first step, it should be easy to sink into a conversation. She dealt with people all day and everyday, how difficult could it be to speak one on one with a person at such a party? Thyri truly had no clue what to expect from such a dance.
Vicki
Leu was delighted when their hand was grabbed ahold of, shaking her hand firmly, though not too firmly to the extent of intimidation. As they shook hands, Leu's hand and arms seemed to wobble in some strange way. Perhaps it was an optical illusion but it looked as if their arm was moving in places that should theoretically be impossible. 

They rescinded their hand, clasping it behind their back once more. They noticed the obvious countryside accent that the woman had, but that was not so uncommon amongst the rich. After all, many lords and ladies rule their estates in the countryside's, and just have their scribes do the reading for them. Leu cleared their throat with an audible '*Ahem*' 

**"What a wonderful name! And yes, it is rather cold, but that's the charm of this sanguine estate, wouldn't you say?"** That morbid smile was still spread across their face, never relenting for even a moment. 

**"Tell me if you would, Thyri - I am not quite educated on the host of this party. Do you know anything about them?"**
Michael
Tarin kept himself busy, wandering around large room while eyeing really anything worth looking at- which given his curious nature and inability to socialize was damn near everything. Even while Kallista gave him a long look, which he could feel the presence of, he stayed to himself. After some more meandering, sulking and utter lack of an idea what to do his eye caught the visage of a tall woman.

"*Who in the fresh hell is that?*" He wondered to himself, his attention grabbed even further when a subtle wink was sent his way.

"*Did she- mean to do that? Is something in her eye?*"

He turned his head around, looking behind him to see if there was a single soul there, that would make sense for her wink maybe she saw another friend- but when all he saw was the wall he turned back around, eyes wide with shock and utter confusion... And then the gears in his brain finally turned completely. She winked at *Him.*

"*I must have truly lost my mind already.*" 

Suddenly, and without anything else causing this, he suddenly became *Very* Intrigued with the chandelier.