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When Brenley sipped at his drink, Serafina couldn't help but giggle.

"Not very good, eh?" asked she, an amused grin on her face. "Noted." The blue drink looked interesting, but maybe it wasn't worth snaking a straw into her mask to try.

Well? There had been a lot of things that had happened since the field trip, but overall, she figured that she was indeed, "Yes, I'm well." She shrugged, turning her attention towards the people wandering around the party once again. Her life wasn't necessarily what she was picturing when she first entered the academy. She didn't have a whole bunch of friends, she wasn't really a queen of information, and she wasn't exactly booked every night due to extreme popularity, but she wasn't doing badly.

The party wasn't bad either. She wasn't exactly fond of extremely loud noises, but she was fond of people, and so she replied with a, "I like it! It's fun to watch people, you know? The music is a little on the louder side," she rubbed at her ear to show this, "but there's lots of other things to do too. Wish I could see what people were putting on that tree-- ah, you?"

Dark lips turned further upwards at kind words from the heir, mismatched eyes sliding out through the room as well before roaming back to make a slow sweep up from booted feet to the deep cut V of the guardian's tunic. Lastly she met those candy apple eyes, and that pleased little smile shifted into something more secretive, more personal. She let him see the heat in her eyes. A compliment without words. He looked wonderful, as he always did, and she felt he should know it.

It was a rather self satisfied expression that marked the priestess' features as she leaned in against the guardian's side. Small arm looping loosely around the narrowest point of his waist. Not entirely possessive, but not far from it either.

There were only a small handful of their kin that Nergui would have been happy to name friend, and the mare that now joined them was on that exclusive list. "You're looking lovely as always, my friend." Though members of conquest were seldom anything but, Lifen was a diamond among gems. Of course the priestess might have been biased. She said nothing on the event itself, since she would have bothered to attend if Soren had not been in attendance.

Silver and gold eyes flicked to the student as he approached their small group, and she offered a courteous smile before mention of caramel apples had her lifting a brow. She glanced up at the guardian, lips pursing in question, before looking back at the zomboil as spoke to them. He was a friendly colt, she would give him that, and it was hard not to smile at his over all inviting and generous air.







Open and patient, Hadiyya smiled at the kitsune as the poor thing began to hunch in upon herself. She really was a lovely thing, and endearingly bashful. She might have reiterated her original compliment, possibly causing the smaller ghoul to fold ever inward until she was naught but a ball of fur and curls and countless tails, but the arrival of a boil distracted her.

She glanced between the two as Tomoko's entire demeanor seemed to evolve. No longer hunched an shy, but bright and shining, and obviously happy. It had the djinn wondering over her own boil. Where he might be and if he had received her message. Knowing Marosa he'd be along, she needn't worry. Though introspection and wonder did allow for the kitsune and her friend to catch up.

Introductions drew her attention more fully once more, and she offered Erebus a charmed smile. "A pleasure to meet you."




Lock needn't have worried. Jory was awkward and flustered enough in his natural state, and it was hard to say if he even noticed the other boil blushing. He certainly didn't mention it.

Instead he stood with his hands in his pockets and a smile on his face, though the latter seemed half strained. It wasn't that he wasn't enjoying himself, it was that he hadn't really given himself a chance to start enjoying things. It always took the afanc a little while to settle in, and even then he usually maintained that familiar awkwardness.

Soren met Lifen's eyes, and there was warmth there, a special one reserved for few and she fit the bill. In his gaze he spoke of gardens tended to together, apples fought over, friendly spars of action and words. Perhaps someday they would actually invent a wordless language, until then he probably just looked slightly fond.

As his eyes shifted over they met Invi's. He did not like to back down from another stallion, it was not in his nature, but there did not seem to be challenge there, and he was grateful. Grateful because he knew deep down he would have backed away if there had been. But probably not before stealing a kiss or two. He nodded at the noble, content enough with the company of the small herd.

Listening to familiar horsemen tones was a blessing all of its own, but it was more comforting with the gaze of his--the priestess.

All of that was disturbed by the arrival of a rather tall student that on some layer stank of rotting meat. That was not an entirely unpleasant stench to Soren though, that was how he left battlefields, so he said nothing. At least, not until the greatest betrayal of the evening.

Soren's face twisted into a scowl. "Then fetch some," he suggested. "Or some apple cider or pie. Something." Of course Soren would use his words to demand apples. Of course.

Speaking of the Cousin and his blonde floozy...

Kettil stormed into view and he seemed fit to be tied. Freya barely got Kettil to dress up nicely for the ball - mostly because Kettil was seething with fury unknown to all of Halloween. His face like a thundercloud he pretty much wasn't in the mood for company really.

"PIPER. WHERE IS MY MONEY!? DID YOU GET INTO MY STUFF?" His voice was loud, bellowing and furious. He'd all but carried Freya piggy back on the way there so she could keep up, but the presence of the valkyrie did little to soften his raged expression.

His anger didn't even allow him to look for his cousin to make sure she was there so that he wouldn't be foolishly bellowing at thin air.

The tall silhouette of a Horseman appeared behind Lifen, portions of dark hair tied in two separate plaits over his shoulders while the rest was twisted up into an elegant knot at the back of his head. He was dressed in his usual lairs, a selection of reds and blacks this time, the sleeves draping as he stepped towards the motley little group.

A single gray-stained hand came to rest lightly upon Lifen's shoulder, Mengyao passing a faint smile around at the rest of the them (Soren in particular was given the shortest span of attention at all).

"Good evening."

Chaya's ears angled as Sura hesitated, but she was distracted from her curiosity by the compliment. "Thanks," she answered, though her tail tucked a little. "I asked my neighbor to help me pick clothes. She said wear black." She wagged a bit. "You look clean!"

Sura was observant enough to the tail, eyes flickering with a concerned yellow at it until it picked up enough to wag. "I took a bath," Sura explained as though being clean needed an excuse. Though taking a bath was something that did require a lot of effort for her heavy limbs and when she was prone to sinking in water, so it was something to be proud of her managing.

"You would look nice even with what you wear on your own, though..." she said. Albeit this was the opinion of Sura who didn't really care about nice clothing.