<div class="floatright">(https://www.duchamplondon.com/duchamp_blog/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/aiden-shaw-6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>William<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Ballroom<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open, Elia, Mentioning Isobelle<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Outfit</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/b7/26/e5/b726e50a805a2b3dc61a60b5b5d5ff2e--aiden-shaw-summer-campaign.jpg)</div></div><hr/><br/>William had nearly smirked when he noticed that the ‘pixie’ he thought he had seen was being escorted by an equally alluring and intriguing woman. Even across the room he felt a curious familiarity in her features though he wasn’t immediately sure why that would be. He brushed it off, at least for the moment, as the possibility that they might have crossed paths on a book tour lately. Those things tended to be such a whirlwind anyways that he rarely recalled much of them other than they wore him out. Still it wasn’t like he was going to distain something that was promoting what had effectively become his child.<br/><br/>Having held the gaze of the pair of intriguing women, their contrast only adding to their allure, he turned his attention elsewhere when they were fetched by the Count and what he expected might be a close friend. The night was young and he suspected that eventually he would cross paths with one, if not both of them before all was said and done. At least that was his suspicion given the way the he had been studied in turn.<br/>Turning his attention to the décor once more, he made a note that he should really corner the Countess as one point and compliment her on her choices. At least he suspected that they had been hers though it was hard to say. He had only met the Count himself in passing and there was no way of knowing if perhaps he was the decorator of the fair. The thought actually had him quite amused as he moved along, absently listening to the rise and fall of the dance, suspecting that the end was approaching. Best to try and find himself a potential dance partner, so that he did not appear as so aged fuddy-dud on the outskirts of the room.<br/><br/>Stepping to the edge of the dance floor, his eyes scanned the various pairs that moved about, trying to decide how best he was going to venture into this. This early on he figured it was more than expected for the guests to mingle at random but there was always the possibility that he would select wrong, to make a poor move and step between a couple that only had eyes for each other. As luck would have it, his decision was made for him.<br/><br/>Having been looking in the other direction, William’s only warning was a flicker of white before a small form backed into him. Arching a brow, he turned his gaze down to find the pixie that he had been studying across the hall earlier was now pressed against his front. Offering a smile, his voice was a steady timbre that suggested years of public speaking and reading aloud.“Well hello there. I daresay I am not the big bad wolf, but I appreciate the compliment.”<br/><br/>Not wanting to embarrass the young lady by being in such a compromising position in such a public setting, he shifted one hand to her hip, turning her gracefully so that were facing properly. Setting his glass down on the nearby table, he collected her right hand, holding it level with her shoulder just as the orchestra slipped into the next song. Though he wasn’t a regular dancer, he knew the steps well enough to be a confident lead, drawing her out into the crowd. Once they were settled into the proper movements, he studied her carefully. “Forgive me for being perhaps a bit intrusive but you strike me with a curious familiarity. Could it be possible that we have crossed paths in the not so distant past? I don’t recall encountering any pixies in my travels but your hair…”<br/>