The night sky seemed to be watching them, stars seated in the astral theater that was the cosmos, watching them both parleying in the balcony. One of the biggest in the kingdom, the balcony seemed to be a stage, and everything and everyone on the outside was quiet, the moon being the most polite espectador of them all. Helyna heard each of his words as if they were sang to her, and when that mysterious elf spoke, she felt differently, as if she was in peace. The sound of the ball at her back being drowned by the peacefulness of the night, no sound other then his voice.<br/><br/>Surprised she was, as she felt a sudden chill. But it was the strangest form of cold she had ever felt. The spring the kingdom was having was warm and bountiful, yet a small breeze made her cheeks only feel chilly for a moment. Helyna was blushing like never before, yet she was unable to get to that conclusion. It mattered little, for her attention was on only one subject currently, as she answered him with ease and genuine curiosity:<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">"Could you tell me how do they look, Sir? It is unfortunate that you miss such an event and I understand your dilemma."</span>She spoke, once again turning her head towards the ball for a single moment after his comment about duty.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">"I hope I am not taking you away from your own. Please, if you have matters to attend to, I understand. But if not, I would prefer to hear about the mountains from where you came, Noble Sir. I am particularly fond of flowers as well. If you wish so, the gardens are particularly lovely during the next fortnight, for there is much blooming at this spring."</span><br/><br/>She prayed that there was nothing wrong with her talking to someone. Helyna tried to hide, yet, she knew her father would not approve of such. But this opportunity was too perfect, too romantic as if it was a tale of old. Reprimands would be heard and rebukes would be made. Yet, Helyna could spare a few more minutes with the mysterious masked elf that spoke with the voice of silk. Every time he spoke, more questions fought for the right to be asked in her mind. No denying, she was interested in him, unaware of the world around.<br/><br/>Her lips were slightly parted as she would listen to him, indicating her curiosity. Her pale cheeks showing a slight blush that was undeniable colorful when compared to the marble like tone of her skin. If not for the mask she was wearing, she could even feel naked. Yet, the visitor knew her, at the very least from fame, and she knew little about him. Curiosity and the more theatrical side of her battled inside of her mind, part of her craving to know his title and name, the other side wanting it to remain a delicious and enthralling mystery. She reached a common ground, the question forming to satisfy both sides.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">"How should I call you tonight, Masked one?"</span>