CHiKiDORii
CHiKiDORii watched as the boy she'd been talking to dashed passed her. She sighed in mock sadness "I guess I need to brush up on my acting skills. He didn't believe me! He's so perceptive!" after realizing that she never did catch his name she began fanning herself to cover her smile and thought 'Maybe I'll have to find him again and find out.'
She put her hand under her chin and looked around in thought. That's when she spotted something rather odd. A girl scolding a... dragon was it? Well it wasn't drama but it sure as hell was more exciting than anything else going on here. CHiKiDORii got up from her seat and walked over to the woman just as the dragon flew into the rafters.
"Good evening. Enjoying that ball?" ChiKiDORii asked her while fanning herself.
Asian Cyclone turned her attention to a voice that seemed to be directed at her. "Hah?" It wasn't the most elegant response in any dictionary, but with Ascalon making things unenecessarily difficult, it ended up being the first and only response Asian Cyclone came up with. Another woman stood in front of Asian Cyclone, eyes glistening behind a jeweled mask and a... was it a smirk behind the fan?
Gathering herself, Asian Cyclone attempted a coherent response to the other lady's question, "Ahem, well, this ball--it's a ball. People dancing, laughing, crying, and so on. Not the most interesting of subjects nor the most interesting of places."
Just then, Ascalon hissed while staring down at the new woman. Asian Cyclone glared at the wyrm, "You beast! Where are your manners? Come down here and at least say it to her face if you plan on being rude like that!"