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After a short pause caused by confusion, Ryn shook the hand of the apparently blind man. "Hm." he muttered, his brow furrowing. this man could'nt be an assassin, the Queen would never hire a blind man to do her dirty work. Shar started a pointless convesation to kill time before till the Queen open his "Gift".
"So what are you, a baron, count? Hm?" Shar glanced quizzically (a pointless guesture) at the man, who seemed to be having trouble answering, and was, as the man seemed to do oftenly, muttering to himself.

Ryn finally was ushered into boredom from the conversation he had started. This man, though Shar didn't recognize him as a normal lord, knew that if this man indeed wasn't a lord, than he had his alibi straight. Shar dissapeared silently to places unseen, a talent he had had since youth, that and the ability to land himself in massive amounts of trouble.
But alas, Shar had nothing to do better than sit on a desolate, dusty couch adorning a room he certainly wasn't supposed to be in, brooding over his rather chaotic childhood, but, he smiled to himself, Chaos suited him better than most things, why else turn up at a party such as this, other than to crash it hoirrendously. Ryn rubbed his eyes and made a personal memo to himself. get more sleep. executing his plan with his mind dulled by insomnia would never do.

Sparrow, having found the man he had been talking to gone, gave a small smile. He recognised him once he had started talking, he recognised the voice. Now sure that he had dealt with him before, obviously when he had still had his sight and knew it was wise to cover up one's identity.

The name was still lost to Sparrow, but he knew him as a troublemaker by heart. He'd be a fine candidate to be leaving any unwanted gifts of any kind.

Time passed, only one person asking Sparrow to dance - his own fake daughter Lavella (well, she didn't know she was his fake daughter. For all she knew Sparrow was the same father she had as a child).

"What's the time..?" he murmured quietly to lady Lavella, bowing his head slightly toward her to listen to the reply. He straightened after her reply, inwardly calming himself. It was almost time. Perhaps it would be good to find a colleague of his rather quickly to fight beside.

Fighting was not a problem really, but it was easier done beside someone of the same side, to prevent attacking anyone he shouldn't be attatcking. It happened sometimes, his fists striking out repeatively sometimes went a little overboard and struck out at an innocent or an ally.

(( Stage of writer's block overcome now. ^__^ Now lets go post and stuff! WAI ))

Lucille had split off from Sparrow at the collision with Duncan Gurney. She had continued to drift toward the King, but some noble or other had reached him first, making it quite impossible for her to address the matter she wanted to.

Instead, she made her way back to the edges of the dance floor, and soon enough some young man swept her into the dance, filling her ears with irritating, inane chatter, scarcely audible above the music.

As she changed partners, her eyes, directionlessly sweeping the room, came to rest upon a face she did not immediately recognise. Following it over her partner's shoulder, she eventually identified him as the young Lord Rynece Von Keaton Sharlette. She had not met him before, and did not especially desire to do so now. She almost laughed at this thought. He would be, what, twenty-five, unmarried, and Lord of a considerabl estate. Downey would surely introduce them soon enough. The man really had no intuitive sense for character.

Silently and gracefully, a young female, standing at a height of five six, made her way into the ballroom. Her sapphire hues scanning around her, silver locks nicely done up with two strands on either side of her fragiile-seeming face, left that fell to her hips. She blinked slightly at the scene before silently walking out of the way of anyone.

The blue, floor length dress she wore gently following her soft movements as she did not pay the best attention to what was about her. The collar came to her shoulders, revealing the silver chain with a sapphire on it that she always wore. Not to mention to show how truly and naturally pale she was. She was a bit lighter skinned then anyone else she knew. It's not that she did not spend time outside it's just that she never really had a skin tone change. Unless she were to blush.

Having finally made her way from anyone's view, she quite gracefully placed herself in a chair. Her knees and feet together, back straight. She seemed like she could be royalty and who knew? She could possibly be.

((guest!))

Sapphire eyes continued their scan of the people dancing about on the wide floor. Blinking a bit at the people with a tilt of her head to the right. Nothing too drastic just a slight bend.

Her hands in her lap toying with the silver that was around her waist for a bit of design to her dress. Fingers toying with the chain that fell from the side of the silver band. The band was about two inches and resting on her hips. It had two circular rod-type materials and in between the two were swirls of desings which all entwined with the other. The chain she was toying with had a small sapphire gem at the end of it. To match not only her eyes but the dress as well.

She turned her eyes to the person next to her. Head tilting and eyes blinking at the man before she spoke. "Good Evening." She said softly with a slight bow of her head. She considered she may be seen as rude to not say something.