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Kyoko giggled. "Yeah...But then they'd have to socialize with the likes of us. Gods forbid." When he twirled her, she went as close to en pointe as she could in normal shoes, then back to normal. She was glad to have found someone to go to the Masquerade with. Especially someone who didn't mind her clingy nature and out-of-the ordinary features. She hadn't been on a 'date' since the end of her first year of high school...and that had ended badly. Besides...despite Kyuubi's flirtatious nature, he was a good guy, not to mention very good looking.

Kyoko just nodded and rest her check on his shoulder. At that moment, others didn't matter, a rare occurrence for the hyper girl...the only one that mattered was the person she was dancing with. It was nice...feeling completely safe and sound. Even though she was so hyper and trusting and clinging, there was always an underlying fear...an urge to watch her back and the shadows carefully.

May looked at the mummy with something akin to distaste. She didn’t like the fact that a mummy was talking to her, masquerade or not. It was just…creepy. But the glasses falling down the woman’s nose almost made things better.

May forced a smile on her lips and looked at the mummy wrapped woman. “The ticket taker? Why, she was at the door. How you possibly got in without showing it to her is beyond me.” May spoke her confusion out loud, her manicured finger tapping her chin thoughtfully.

“Oh well.” She murmured and took a few graceful steps to end up by the girl’s side. “Come now, I’ll show you what to do with that. Before it ends up in another punch bowl.”

"I-I..." She made an effort to protest, though fell silent as she was asked to follow her escort. Holding tightly to her ticket nervously, she followed with a bowed head. "Who-who might you be?" She made an effort to be friendly after a few moments of silence, though her face was about as red as the punch that stained her bandages.

“May.” She offered. “May Taurt.” She didn’t bother to look back at the mummy as she walked at a steady pace towards the door. “And yourself?” She asked, turning her head to the side, but not exactly catching the girl in sight.

“Ah, here we are.” She tapped the guards shoulder and as the woman turned around to stare at may, she bowed slightly out of the way to show the mummy girl to her. “There ya go dear.”

"I-I'm Abby-- Abigale Strider." She murmured through the bandages, and looked to the ticket taker at the front of the building. She offered her ticket to the person, and bowed her head politely before turning back to May.

The woman was clearly a noble, but what could she possibley say to her? She didn't know anything of the upper crust... she was just an ordinary person. "It's nice to meet you!" She said almost over enthusiasticly in her timid nervousness, though wasn't overly loud in saying so.

"D-d-dance?!" Abigale's face was bright red at the thought, shaking her head. "I-I don't think so, there are far prettier women to look at, and-and I don't want people to trip on my wrapping!"

The idea of one of the fair noble men in their elegant costumes asking a country bumpkin like her to dance was inconceivable for Abigale, and vigorously shook her head before turning back to May. She was embaressed for rambling, and bowed her head timidly. "I'm afraid I don't know how I came by the ticket; I'm not suited to places like this. It was mailed to me... With no return address or signature."

Sati finished her story and shooed the children off, smiling softly as they ran back to their parents. She'd never admit it, but damn, she really did like kids. They were messy and they couldn't buy much from her, but they soaked up the information she gave so readily! Sati had a strange desire to sit the children down and force them to learn their sums. If not a trader, perhaps she would have been a mathematics teacher.

But that wasn't who she was: she was a merchant, rich and opulent were her wares, and she was here to showcase them, the silks and gems and gold she wore. It was time for the Tamilzhan trader to stop telling stories to children and start forming bonds with potential paying customers (and hopefully avoid dancing in the process.) She wore no mask so that others could easily see and recognize her face, image being the most important selling point of Sati's import company. And what an image she projected, her plain features turned resplendent in an exotic patterned silk sari and shining gems, gold jewelry strung in her long, thick black hair.

She sized up the crowd. The masks made it so hard to tell people's true character, and everyone's fancy dress hid those with real money from those who dressed only for the occassion. Sati sighed and smoothed a hand over her hair. Might as well pick at random then. No, that one looked like he wanted to dance, and that one just looked like she'd pick a fight.

Finally Sati rounded on a girl off to the side. She looked uncomfortable and alone, like she'd really rather be off somewhere else or curled up in a ball in the corner. Sati could empathize; were she not representing her company, that's where she'd be, too. Even if she couldn't open an account with this woman, maybe she could cheer her up.

The merchant dug through her silk purse and drew out a perfect, medium-sized garnet, one of her many samples to give away. She offered the stone to the woman on an open palm. "Here," she said, smiling slightly. "You look as if you could use some cheer. A pleasant party, of course, but everything is better shared with another. Might I accompany you?"