"It's not that I have a problem being here, it's just that I don't want to be here, Freewind. I'm not a dancer, I'm a racer! Racers don't freaking dance!"The female human-form Lucain that said this was quite adamant in her protests, trying her best not to be dragged by the butterfly-winged woman who was accompanying her. This woman had black hair with vibrant green streaks in it; in fact, the streaks matched the color of her wing membranes almost to the tee. She glared back at her friend, shaking her head.
"Kina, you are going to stay here and you are going to have fun, or else..."
"Or else what, Wind?" the Lucain retorted as she sat down at a table, a scowl on her face.
"I'll take your blades."
That was nearly enough to get Kinasha to shut her mouth. She was adamant about not being here, but if it meant not having Freewind take her blades from her, then she would force herself to have fun, she guessed.
Some ways away from the two women, a Cursed Yonyuu stood--well, a human-formed one; the only part of him that looked cursed were his wings, which had the orange glow about them. The rest of him--okay, parts of him--were distinctly mechanical, however. One of his eyes clicked and whirred as it focused on the two speed skaters, and then, it drifted off around the rest of the premises. Whoever had planned this had set up this little area of Idalani perfectly for a Ball, much like the one he had attended in February....why the hell had he gone to that, anyways?
Calamaethor, Kinasha, and Freewind all looked around, taking in the scenery around them as they marveled in the area where the Ball was set to be, none of them saying much of anything right then.
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A ball. Ravustrauxa - Raven, for short, had forseen that this would be great fun. Relationships hung delicately, forming or not on such simple little things such as a smile or a touch on the shoulder. She loved watching things form or whither, die or live. Time was hers to Observe through her creation, but she wished to go on her own to see this one.
"Come on Mitch, at least try to have some fun." The first human form Lucain said to his companion. The second Lucain, Mitch, just sighed. "I came, Kal, now let it go." he grumbled. He obviously didn't want to be there. Kaleb sighed and leaned against a tree. Mitch shot him a glance. "Don't you dare get that suit dirty. No grass stains, nothing, not a spot." he growled and adjusted his own tie. Just because he didn't want to be there didn't mean he didn't want to look good. he kept his hands in his pockets and tried to look closed off. Mitch tried to imagine being back at the rink since that's where he most wanted to be and where Kaleb had dragged him from right before this. It hadn't been easy, though. "Dang, ice hurts." Kaleb mumbled and rubbed his shoulder, almost reading his friend's thoughts.
Marie sat under a couple of lanterns, her legs criss-crossed under the pale pink dress. The eight-year-old watched the gentle glow of the lights in the trees, her fairy wings blowing in the wind. They weren't real, of course. She never showed her real wings in public, that would be crazy. Fake wings were much more appropriate, especially of a girl her age, or the age she looked. Her blond curls were held out of her eyes with a pink ribbon, slightly darker than her dress. There was barely anyone there, a few women and a man. Nothing too fun yet.
Alexia glanced around her at the various people standing around her. Goo thing she had decided to go in her human form. Her light blonde hair was pulled back into a slightly fancy up-do, but the shorter strands had managed to get get out and hung around her slightly tanned face. She wore a simple light violet dress. It was long enough that it just covered her knees. Her hisper, Claude, had decided to stay home and allow her some time by herself. She didn't like not having anyone to talk to. She sighed and looked around her. No one here seemed that interesting yet. She walked over to the refreshment stand and got herself a cup of whatever was in the bowl. She stood there and sipped the cool liquid. Whatever it was, it tasted delicious!
Mars ran a hand through his white hair as he waited for Chrissy to show up. She had said she'd meet him there, though he would have preferred bringing her hear himself. Soon he saw her coming his way in a rather glittery, slimming blue dress. Her blonde hair was down, the way he liked it. As she neared him a smiled crossed her face. 
