He ran through the forest, his steps swift and silent as he trailed his prey. Flames licked his fingers as he called them forth, and his heart pumped furiously as he pounced the beast with cat-like speed. As predator and prey tumbled to the ground his flame was doused as he heard a crunch and sizzle.<br/><br/>"Snow?" He felt a sudden chill, and his green hair began to become a frosty blue as his body magically adjusted to the cold. He never quite got used to that feeling, his dryad blood slowly shifting as his environment changed. He realized that he had tumbled away from the beast, and that it was no where to be seen. In fact, everything around him was covered in snow, as far as he could see.<br/><br/>"How is this possible? What enchantment is this? I am not where I was..." He pulled the neck of his cloak up around his nose and mouth and it suddenly became white, it wouldn't do to be wearing a green cloak in a snow covered forest. He was glad he had been able to find a material so reactive to his magic.<br/><br/>He turned around and realized that he was standing outside a building, "that was not there a moment ago..." He noticed figures in suits and gowns, wearing masks, all stepping into the building.<br/><br/>"A ball?" He was quite confused. He decided to wait until the crowd had lessened a bit, and while the doorman was busy with a few guests, he skirted into the building. As soon as he was past the door, he dodged quickly to the side and took advantage of some shadow and decorations to shift his cloak back to green. As his body was reintroduced to the warmth within the building, his hair became green again, and his body regained its usual color.<br/><br/>He peeked out to the crowd, hoping he had been quick enough that anyone that noticed the movement, would not have gotten a good enough look to find him now.<br/><br/>It was then that<em> she</em>had proper time to panic. She was suddenly very aware that this was not just a different place, it was not the same world. The spirits, the energy, the natural world here was different, she had felt it when she changed in the snow.<br/><br/><em>He</em>quickly got his bearings back, "nothing to worry about..." It was as if he were comforting his other side.He was definitely under-dressed, no shirt, worn pants, cloak, and a simple cloth across the bottom half of his face. He didn't seem to care, though, and once he realized he would not be able to hide for very long, he moved quickly and slipped into the outskirts of the crowd as if he were just another guest, even if he did stand out.<br/><br/>His eye caught a young man with long dark hair skirting the crowd, and as the 'man' gazed out he gave a little 'eep' as he realized that the young man in the suit was actually a pretty young girl. He then gave a disapproving sigh, pretty as she was, he could not abide a beautiful woman covering her beauty in a stuffy suit.<br/><br/>His eyes slowly scanned the crowd and his hand would slowly creep up his sheathe as his eyes hit the drow. He would watch that one, not to mention the other nearby in armor. He did not like the look of either, dark-skinned ones in his world were not to be trusted and he found heavy armor was usually the sign of someone worth cutting down to size.<br/><br/>His eyes moved more and fell upon the beautiful elven woman, and he choked, a word escaping his lips that sounded a little like he had bitten his tongue while being kicked in the chest. He suddenly realized he had said that quite loudly, and said was a strong word for what he had just done...<br/><br/>As a few people around him looked at him, he looked at a man next to him and muttered, "excuse you..." Before pushing past the crowd and pretending like he hadn't just done that...<br/><br/>He suddenly realized that he had moved himself into the young elven woman's path, and he looked up at her (being a bit hunched over and not excessively tall). He was not usually so flustered, but there were quite a few pretty girls, this one being at the top of the list, and he still did not know where he was at the moment.<br/><br/>Thinking quickly, he spilled some water from his waterskin into his hand, covertly, and stood up straight and held out a small ice rose to Calisto, "Did you drop this?"