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Fire made is way back to Zayn after wandering around for quite a while. "Back Zayn!" and he noticed someone familiar was with Zayn. "Hi there.. umm have we met?" he questioned Mirror as he tried to recall this figure.

Junkan crinkled his nose and his face as Dune reached out an poked his nose. However, soon he was snuffling, and sniffing her hand, and then up her arm, a frown on his face. He broke off, and started sniffing the air around him, turning around in place as he continued to sniff.

Finally, he started sniffing at himself, and his frown melted into a slight smile, "Smell weird... Too... not.... urgharahik," he muttered, perhaps that last word was him slipping into the ogre language. If anyone understood said language, they would pick it out as a particularly foul curse that could only equate to "Too damned sickly sweet", with a few more vulgar tones.

Junkan reached out, taking a chicken from the table, as he started towards the door. Somehow, a tray of sausages, braised rabbit, and a the equivelent of a side of beef got swept up into his arms, quicker than the human eye as he stalked for the door, getting away from the overpowering scents of perfumes, bath oils, and other reeking scents.

...Falling into the arms of Mirror.

Mirror, seeing the woman turn away and walk away from them, tried to reach out a hand to grasp her forearm and drag her back to the conversation but she had already melted into the crowd, leaving Mirror's hand to close around air. The Al Sylian fluttered his wings a bit, looking after her with a sadness, he didn't mean to push her from the convesation. Mirror felt a guiltiness well up in his chest and he spun around to his friends. He smiled at Zayn and Fire for a moment and declared, "I'm going to bring her back," He had said determinedly, "She seems lonely. I'll be right back so try not to move too far."

With that simple declaration, Mirror had squeezed himself into the crowd and pressed by the mass of people to where he had found the woman once more...Falling slowly backwards. A jump of worry made his heart squeeze and he rushed forward with a push of his wings, catching her delicately and holding her up.

"Miss? Miss? Are you alright?" He asked worriedly, she couldn't possibly be sick, she didn't look that pale, but there was always that crazy chance.

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A fluffy autumn hued plumage strutted over to Mirror, followed closely by a inquiring voice of worry.

"Is she alright? Maybe she needs some fresh air."

It was Zayn, he had seen what happened to the young woman and come over. Which was good, for Mirror's hollow boned arms were having trouble with holding up the humaniod. With a huff, he attempted again to hold her up on his own, but ultimately wobbled to the side. Mirror's golden eyes looked pleadingly to Zayn and he nodded, struggling to hold her up as he said with a puff from his lips, "Yes, that may be the remedy. Zayn? Can you help me? This Al Sylian is known not for his strength, if you take my meaning." That comment however was more directed at himself for being so weak in the arms compared to many. It didn't mean that he wasn't strong, but more that he was fragile. Because of his design, his bones were hollow and had a more likely chance to break than others.

"Well my dear lady." Onion paused of the dance floor and pulled himself up to his full height (which was not that high at all). "I was taught to dance so well by a group of mages while they were travelling, took them quite some time but eventually they returned to their normal size and we could dance with much more ease!" He chirped merrily, shooting a glance towards Roan who was seemingly in deep conversation with Behebuncle (this, Onion knight could not understand).

"But you m'lady - no doubt that if we were not in the world of giants you would dance like an angel!" He purred wistfully, kissing her hand lightly as he began to lead her back to the silver-haired druid and his loyal (yet small) steed...

As they excited onto the balcony the sudden rush of cool crisp air flooded Ky's senses jolting her away. "What in the world?" She stated as she noticed Zayn and Mirror bracing her on either side. "What are you doing? Where am I?" She was terribly confused, and in her stupor tried to tear herself free from the two mens grasping hands only to discover that her feet hadn't quite caught up to the rest of her body. Given her wobbly state of affairs she decided it best to allow the men to help her to the nearest chair.

Once seated she fumbled with her dress sleeves, trying to make sense of her situation. Had she done something? Had someone done something to her? The last thing she remembered was the silver haired man..."oh dear..." she blurted out unknowingly. Had he seen what had happened?

Looking up at the men around her she didn't know what to say, but she didn't have to, her face made it plainly obvious how embarrassing the whole thing was.

"Nay, you but fainted in the ballroom and Zayn and I were lucky enough to catch you before you caused yourself harm. We thought that by bringing you out here you would've come to your senses."

"I..I fainted?" Ky responded, clearly shocked. "...why that's...that's such a relief! I was so worried that something terrible had happened." With a giant sigh Ky relaxed against the back of her chair. Unable to hold it back any longer, she began laughing. "I really am such a mess when I attend these sorts of events. I'm not used to them at all so my senses get very overloaded. The same thing happened at the last ball I attended, so it's my own fault for not taking better care to prevent such an embarrassing thing from happening." She sighed. "But that aside, thank you ever so much for catching me and moving me out here. It is a truly kind soul that will care for a stranger without hesitation."

"Is there anything you need? A drink or some sort, perhaps?" Shaking her head gently Ky responded, "No, I believe that would be a grave mistake on my part for I've done nothing this evening except drink. So perhaps we could find something with more substance for my aching belly?"

Suddenly, it occured to Ky that she hadn't introduced herself. "Oh my, how terribly rude of me!" Promptly standing up, Ky bowed her head. "It has just occured to me that none of you know my name. Well let me introduce myself before another moment passes. My name is Kyada, Kyada Frei, and it is an honour to meet you all."

Raising her head she smiled at Zayn and Mirror. Whether these men were intended to be her companions or not no longer mattered, she'd already decided that she would accompany them, let fate deal with the consequences.

"I know." Roan replied simply as he continued to sip as his champagne, creasing his face ever so slightly at the taste before recovering and continuing in the manner that he had first began in. Considering the circumstances, he was surprised that the two rivals hadn't slaughtered each other yet especially when they were in the same room and seeming to gain a suitable amount of attention between them.

"Ah m'lady, wait here and I will introduce you to my dancing tutor!" Onion announced, paddling across the dance floor to the curious woman in the blue plumed had and silver mask - this only served to cause Roan great discomfort and he promptly stared at his feet.

"Ferosa, my dear!" Onion announced, tugging on the black boot of the tall woman that appeared to be immersed in a conversation with someone who resembled a professor, "I need to ask a favour of you." He began, causing her to excuse herself from the conversation and to lower herself to a kneeling position.

"At this exact moment in time?" She enquired in hushed tones before releasing a sigh, "Very well, what is it that you require and may I add that your timing is atrocious." She scolded darkly as she cast a quick glance towards the Crystal Chambers and then pursed her lips.

"I want you to meet a friend of mine, I want to see if you approve of her!" He explained wistfully, motioning towards Masamune before he waddled through the crowd, Ferosa following close behind until eventually she reached the group and flashed a brief look towards Roan who didn't return the glance.

"Ferosa meet Masamune, she protected the forest alongside me I'll have you know!" He announced, allowing Ferosa's gaze to focus upon the young druid for quite some time before she gave any nod of recognition, "She's a superb dancer as well...could even give you a run for your money I bet!" He teased towards the rogue who simply bowed her head in amusement before offering a smile.

"So you are the apparent object of his affections, hm?" Ferosa asked, resting her weight upon the cane in her right hand (which Roan appeared to keep gazing at every now and then). "You must be quite honoured..."