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She managed to purse her painted lips up in a smile after his confusion seemed to fall through, shattering the ounces of doubt she had about the encounter. That nervous tingle she had wriggling up her body seemed to seep away and those eyes took on a new and exciting light, the tension growing into a rhythmic pound of joy. Those eyes flickered over to his plate for a moment then back to his expression to study him further, almost as though scrutinizing the man's choice of food and words. Before long the young blacksmith found herself shifting over to his side to follow him through the line, seemingly comfortable to stick around the strange guy she'd only met once before.

"I've been well Mister Rowan." She'd start with a smooth, even tone as she gazed lazily about the room. "The past year has been an enlightening one, full of various studies and exploration of this new world. Traditions, strange species and cultures... and this.... technology that this world has is all vastly different than life back in the village." For a moment Jurie's eyes dimmed as she seemed to concentrate inwardly for a moment, her thoughts flickering beneath her closed eyes as though reminiscing over the past. "Things are so much more complicated on the outside. Its almost breathtaking how much different the two are."

"But enough of my travels, how have you been?" Her voice took on a renewed tone of interest. "I haven't seen you for an entire year. I'm sure that you've observed a thing or two of interest in your time in the outside world."

Tactful as always, never bothering to be direct unless you rubbed their face in it. For all of what people would consider its flaws, Rhoslyn understood that the Unseelie had three virtues the Seelie didn't: directness, being slightly more honest, and saw the beauty in everyone. He didn't bother to blink or squint, simply adjusting his own glamour higher to compensate. People nearby probably would wish they had sunglasses, since two fey having a SHINY-off would probably cause seizures or some s**t like that.

"Attention-loving prancing little ******** they are... hey, lookit me, I'm the center of attention...."

Rhoslyn would continue to rant about Seelie Court in general, still speaking in a fairly reasonable but cold voice. Naturally, a few of these people were reporters, and were basically taking notes and recordings and pictures as fast as possible, hoping that a fight would break out. However, they were the minority, and most people who were there seemed to be well under the thrall of his glamour, the circle having closed a little.

Seth just kind of grabbed food as they went down the flood line. He wasn't really paying attention to what he was grabbing so much. Either way unless there was something really strange on his plate, he probably would eat anything. Shifting around a little bit, the tux was starting to get on his nerves. Listening to Jurie's talk about the amazing outside world, he kind of wanted to smile. In someways it was cute to see her talking like that. Mostly just because Seth was use to traveling around. When she finished talking, he smiled some.

"Well first off you can just call me Seth. Mister Rowan is just to weird." He let off a small laugh and moved his way over to a table so they could sit down and not have to deal with people pushing past them. Taking a bite of a roll, he proceeded to answer. "I've been alright and not that I can really think of. I've been traveling around for a while so I've seen a lot. Plus money isn't the best thing going in my life so any major traveling is limited." He gave a small nervous laugh, reaching down to his plate, grabbed a random piece of food, and took a bite of it.

She blushed a little at his first small laugh, toning down her excitement just a smidge. "Oh... I'm sorry Mister Ro.... I mean Seth." She let out a small, nervous laughter as they sat down, brushing the feeling off as the two sat down. Her eyes, simple and pure in tone, took a moment to take in the scene as she exhaled lightly at the tension loosening in her chest. Gazing over to Seth's face once more, she'd take to his words with a light smile, broadening all the more at the mention of 'traveling'.

Jurie, after all, traveled a great deal. In fact... that's all she did with her spare time, an easy task to guess at with her dark, even tan glistening in a smooth even layer across her skin. Her tone grew more interested, though she resisted leaning forward to keep an even balanced posture in her chair. "A good set of legs can do wonders in travel with enough patience." She cheered with a broad smile, obviously proud of her own accomplishments in the trade. "Life is too short not to muse over the nature of the landscape, each vastly different than the home which I held so dear. There is beauty in this world that you never see when traveling in other methods and honestly I'm not sure if I'd want to traverse the world in any other fashion than within its lulling grasp."

She let out a sigh of satisfaction before drawing herself back into the room, quickly batting down the flutter of purity rising within her chest. "I'm glad that you saw to your travels bringing you back here, Mister Seth! Though the stories of your wanderings have likely been exciting I'm sure that the promise of this strange tradition has been more than enough to make the travels worthwhile."

Jurie began to muse, growing with that excited tone which seemed to raise and bring her to the edge of her seat. "A savage bout between two equals, swapping blows to better understand limitations and meanings. A deep, heartfelt understanding of growth and prosperity between two keen souls to dash away all fears and doubts in moments of toil and trembling desperation. Fights not orchestrated in terms of foul play or for the sheer idea of victory, but those of intent to learn and grow from the involvement of two spirits kindled to their brightest peak by an honest unity shared between moments of strife."

She'd sigh out in wonderment, obviously forgetting the 'foul play' of super loogies from last year.

Cyrus continued to trance out till a rather eye-catching young lady (Faustina) began to enter the ball with a rather unusual mix of haste and elegance. He raised an eye brow and chuckled gently under his breath as he spontaneously decided to go approach the young lady. He walked over in a calm, relaxed stride as his Calvin Klein shoes hovered soundlessly over the dancefloor. As he walked over, he made sure to straighten out his back, tuck in his cobalt colored silk Veracci tie in his ebony tuxedo vestm and to put out and throw away his cigarette and put in a breath mint.

He saw the young lady (Faustina) approaching from the door and made his way to the front and met her at the enterance. He smiled calmly with seemingly flawless pearly-whites and a welcoming look from his observant azure eyes.

"Well, you seemed to be in a rush, but you made it on time, and with style might I add."

Cyrus said to the young lady with a slight bow of his head.

Robyn looked at the two with a smile. She did somehow always make friends with the honorable ones, it seemed. "I will certainly keep my guard up." She chuckled grimly, her tail lashing slightly. "Although there is a good chance of a surprise for those who succeed in catching me unawares." Say what she wanted about Selene, but she knew that her less-than-hospitable tenant would do anything to prevent her being damaged. And dealing with a pissed-off fox demon was not exactly an easy situation.

"Besides, I'm a quick learner." She winked at the pair, attempting to keep the tone lighthearted. It was a dance, after all, and even if they'd all be in combat come tomorrow, that was no reason to weigh down the conversation tonight. The fox girl paused for a second before nodding her head in a short bow towards each of them, smiling her fanged grin. "And I can only hope that I meet you two gentlemen well on the battlefield." Her smile turned slightly devilish, but still with good spirit. "I'm looking forward to seeing how we match up."

At the beginning, when her curse first appeared, she'd absolutely abhorred fighting. But now, over the years, she'd learned to take some enjoyment from it, more in the struggle of competition rather than the violence, which is what Selene gained from it. And the thought of testing herself against all these competitors had her ears and tail perked up in excitement.

Anson bowed respectfully in response to Robyn's statement.

"And you as well, Miss Isedan." He knew nothing about the reasons or motivations that the other competitors had come here with in order to fight, but even as young as he was Anson was aware that there were many things that drove a person towards a life of combat. He, himself, was here as well even despite his pious nature. To think that every person in this room was here merely because of lust for battle would have been a foolish thing to do.

"I hope we will all grow tired of hearing your praises sung in the next few weeks."