Who: Open, please tag yourselves What: Hallows Eve Celebration When: Forward-dated to the 31st of October Where: Starts in the Keep's Great Hall
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When Rea shows up in her quite, ah, revealing costume , she's immediately on the look out for the few people she knows here. That, and anyone else dressed in interesting costumes.
Wolf wanders around for a while, grabs some food, and then relocates herself to the edge of the room, watching for her brother and the others. It really doesn't bother her how much skin she's showing, and so she seems completely at ease, if not a little tense due to the amount of people in masks.
Well, this arch-angel wasn't one wearing a mask on his face. He was casually strolling around the room until he spotted Rea in her wonderful outfit. Sandrath was dressed rather dapper, almost resembling a man from a portrait.
Despite how dashing the man may look, Sarea isn't about to let her guard down just yet. Especially since her costume is probably most of the reason he's talking to her.
"Sure," wolf grins a little, shruffing, "Nothin' else t'do."
"You probably don't." He replied before chuckling at her question. "Depends on my mood. Sometimes I love being surrounded or I just want to have one on one conversations."
Wolf wanders around for a while, grabs some food, and then relocates herself to the edge of the room, watching for her brother and the others. It really doesn't bother her how much skin she's showing, and so she seems completely at ease, if not a little tense due to the amount of people in masks.
Oh well; such is halloween.
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"Excuse me, would you like some company?"
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"Sure," wolf grins a little, shruffing, "Nothin' else t'do."
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He stepped to be near by, his gaze moving out to the crowd infront of them. Lifting his glass slightly, he turned his eyes to hers.
"Not one for dancing?" He asked.
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"Never really danced, so naw; I bet I've got two left feet, heh."
Wolf leans her head back, stares at the dancers a moment longer, then rolls her eyes to him, pursing her lips, "What about you? Not a fan of crowds?"
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A small smile crept to his lips.
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