<br/><br/>@Dora: The jewels in the winged elf's hair radiate transmutation magic. The intricate chain he wears at his waist radiates enchantment magic, and tucked within the folds of his gown something radiates evocation magic.<br/><br/><br/>“I do love the twilight. Is it night? Is it day? It's neither” Abduxuel said playfully as he walked with Swain onto one of the larger sitting areas. “Not everything fits so neatly into the little categories people use to define them.”<br/><br/>Eyes of violet scanned over the crowd taking in the more exotic and affluent looking celebrants. He would hazard to guess that the large man at the bar might be a tiefling. He could be just heavily costumes but Abduxuel was good at reading people and something told him this man wasn't the type to fuss over costume parties. Even more striking perhaps was the Olympian built elf woman talking with the ribbon dancer from earlier. He could be glad others took their martial training seriously even if he did not.<br/><br/>“Swain dear boy, why don't you go order a flash of evermead for me. I'm going to mingle about the area. It's a crime for the sun to set and the dance floor to be so empty.” After a brief exchange of words and flirtatious glanced with his escort the fey-born slinked away to the nearest group of musicians to make a specific request. He wanted something lively, flowing and eastern. The minstrels sadly lacked a water pipe, but, well . . one must make due with what is at hand. He dropped a silverpeice down as a tip for them as he camel walked away, bending his knees and crossing one ankle over the other in a sideways step.<br/><br/>His days as a captive of the unseelie taught him of art and seduction. Their whole society was based more upon perception then practicality and even the most mundane tasks had to be carried out invisibly or impressively. He raised his arms from the elbow and lowered them from the wrist in snake-like motions as he pivoted his hips in quarter circles. Making subtle eye contact with different people around him he beckoned them forward to kick up the celebratory mood.<br/><br/>He smiled at a middle aged human woman, who in her youth might have been quite attractive, inviting her into the center floor. “I don't dance.” She smiled and blushed.<br/><br/>“With me you do.” Abduxuel said, baring his teeth in a grin.