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Sparkling vibrant eyes reflected the lights and glimmers of the evening’s displays, expressing a fantastic array of festive cheer which also rang through the air. Chit chat ricocheted through the air, followed swiftly by puffs of hot air in the form of fog like little gray clouds that escaped each person's lungs. The atmosphere alone was magical...but the people made the event all the more spectacular.

Garland strung around red ear muffs that followed down over a pair of cold ears with pure white fluff that matched the trim of the students red Santa suit. He fit the setting superbly! But of course, this was an outfit he often found himself in and didn't just wear it to be absurdly cliché. It was special to him; it represented everything about the Christmas season he enjoyed so much, and after all, it was his favorite holiday, even above Halloween which he enjoyed almost as much. A felt poinsettia was wrapped around his wrist like a homecoming mum and mingled with it chimed a brilliant silver bell. With each step he resembled a reindeer pulling a slay or a youth running through a village proclaiming the birth of Christ.

The youth recognized faces here and there and grinned with each spotting appreciating the appearance of a few he figured as friends. But who wouldn't show up to a party like this? Even teachers made the rounds through the crowds. But a few faces here and there left the boy curious and with each new visage he found himself wondering if approaching them would be appropriate. By nature, Delaiah was reclusive, rather shy, but always friendly. Meeting new people was difficult for him inwardly, but he expressed grace and kindness with each encounter resulting in not a single failure yet. He liked everyone he had met here.

Eyes locked on the rust colored hair following down to the mismatched eyes to look upon a boy he found he did not recognize. The smile broadened on his face causing his legs to propel him forward until he was outstretching a hand and replying to the statement he had overheard the boy say aloud even though he was aware it was rhetorical.
"Hello Vemillion, I'm Elijah Delaiah. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"I believe that genetics has nothing to do with what people are capable of. If everything did depend on genetics, like skill or magic or anything else, then I wouldn't be like I am right now. I wouldn't be who I am."

Micajah smiled faintly but then rebounded into his grin as Irame moved on in her talks, the subject easily changing towards one about celebrations. It seemed that his skill of moving from one topic to another was slowly improving, and one day he may not have to say anything at all but simply smile. That...would be awesome.

"No, no, I'd love to hear more. Sometimes it's the similarities between our celebrations that get me, but I'd really like to learn more about your culture. I've got a friend who's really interested in the Elven world, and I'd love to have something to talk to him about."

Dagger slowly walked through the mall, feeling very uncomfortable. He kept his coat collar upturned and his wide-brimmed hat low, trying to escape notice. That would be hard though, because he was a moving blot of darkness throughout the brightly lit gaeity. He still felt some seasickness, adn the constant din of the frollicking crowd and the games wsa getting to be too much for him.

He searched almost desperately, then quickly but unobtrusively made his way out of the mall. He stayed on the steps for a moment, relishing the cold air and quiet. He looks around curiously, noticng people gathered in small groups and talking intently. He feels loath to intrude, adn loath to go back inside. He slowly drifts forward, eyes scanning the people constantly. His hands twitch inside his coat pockets, keenly feeling the lack of his ritual daggers. He knos that if he truly had to, he could call them to him, but he prefers to keep that ability to himself for now.

RuiZhi coughed a little. He hadn't meant to call her his sister...he'd been trying to refer to her as a teacher, or at least, as staff. It wasn't easy. "Y-yes, she's my sister." He brightened a little at the mention of Greg. "Professor Larine is really great. I'd like to visit him at some point before this party ends." So this boy had met the two? That meant he had to be here no longer than Alex herself...so he was a new student?

"Doctor Manneth?" the boy echoed excitedly, "He's here? I haven't seen him since I first got here!" RuiZhi also had to schedule a time to see the doctor and drop off the concoction he had made from Dante. At the older boy's askance of finding the booth that the elusive doctor was in charge of, he all but leapt and pulled Scyeth with him. "Oh, could we? That'd be great! We...we can ask around, or just look, I don't mind!

O-oh, I'm RuiZhi Tai. S-sorry about that, I forgot my manners! This is Scyeth." He gingerly tugged on Scyeth's hand, turning to beam a smile at his room mate.

"I...that would be wonderful. It would be completely better than our plans of having to hunt someone down to ask them questions, that's for sure, and I think he would be delighted to ask someone who is older and wiser than us as well. Asking a kid our age doesn't seem so bad in all respects, but you've had the chance to gain far more wisdom and experience over your years."

He wondered a bit if she thought that he was implying she was old for saying it like that, and he groaned inwardly for the possibly careless act of offense. There was no use in dwelling on it now, and he simply cleared his throat to respond to her explanation about the celebration of Atara Anin.

As he listened, Micajah couldn't help but feel that perhaps Irame was leaving a large part out of it, like she was shorting aside on a certain issue. Not wanting to push the woman for a more precise answer, as they were hardly acquaintances in themselves, he accepted whatever she told him.

"I see, I see. Do you often dress up for parties like the humans do in regular clothes or sometimes costumes, or do you wear traditional outfits at certain times only? And if so, do they all having a meaning behind it? I think it would be wonderful to have something you wear that proclaims a message in every stitch, every ounce of color and adornment."

He was babbling again, but this time it was at least on a clear subject that wouldn't hamper his feelings.