The Yule Ball Dance Floor

[levi sven crevatin]

Levi suddenly snapped out of what seemed like the longest day dream he had ever had. The last thing he realized he was watching people enjoy the ball trying not to get noticed while simply purveying people having their good times.

He figured while he was so engrossed with the ball that he must have lost track of time and zoned out into a day dream. He barely remembered it, but he dreamed of being able to ask someone to dance. He wishes he could have as much confidence as he did within is dreams.

He pulls out his pocket watch and checks the time. Realizing that so much time had passed since he first entered, he felt ashamed that he could just stand there motionless for so long. He figured it would be best to head somewhere else for now and collect his thoughts for now. He planned to come back in a bit once he was really ready.

Levi leaves the area.

[fairies of the lake]

Feallan enters the area.

The wind picks up a chill in the air like a cool autumn breeze had swept across the room. It, in fact had. The entrance of Prince Feallan always brought a breeze into the air when he arrived. It would persist if he let it, he did not.

He had walked into the room from the sideways realm. The entrance, as all entrances of this nature did, would go completely unnoticed as being something unnatural. Sure, the person working the door might be confused as to when this person entered, but otherwise no one would know. It wasn't possible.

People would notice Feallan. His very nature would attract attention. He shimmered, well, not visibly, but his magic made him stand out in the corner of your eye if he wanted it. And today, he did. Heads would turn and they would notice him. Feallan was also attractive. His fair skin, his authoritative demeanor, and the radiance that people couldn't actually see made him highly aluring.

He stepped out onto the dance floor and let his presense be known. His white, flowing gown was a blend of classic Victorian and modern Oija style. It was too much of a Winter outfit, for his liking, but today, he needed to stand out and look his best.

[noelle sini forrester]

Noelle, still jostling through the crowd looking for someone, noticed someone out of the corner of her eye. It was a boy of an indeterminable age, perhaps slightly older than her, with shoulder length blond-brown hair and a stark white gown. Noelle definitely hadn't seen him around before, even though he appeared to be the age of a student, though there was a worldly air about him, almost ethereal, like he wasn't just any old person. Nevertheless, she wasn't the only one looking at him; most of the students' heads had turned to see this beautiful boy in white.
If he had been intending to stand out, he had most definitely succeeded.

Noelle suddenly had the same feeling she'd felt when she'd been down by the lake with Julie watching the lights. It was that sort of feeling you had when you weren't entirely sure what was going on; all you did know was that such a moment couldn't be ignored. Where was Julie? Noelle had seen her roommate disappear, she wished she had stayed, then she could have pointed this mysterious boy out to her.

She was tempted to walk up to the boy and talk to him. Somehow he seemed distant though, maybe slightly haughty. Noelle just stared and kept her distance, which may have been rude, but she didn't want to make a fool of herself.

[varun thurathumaly]

Varun enters the area

By the time Varun wandered down to the Yule Ball, the festivities were already in full swing. He wondered if he'd be scolded later for arriving late; as a teacher he was supposed to attend the ball to help ensure the students were safe and behaving themselves. But he had also been assigned 'after-hours patrol.' Clean-up duty, Varun called it, as it was his job to stay after the Ball had officially ended, ushering students back inside if they had wandered out onto the grounds, and persuading the others to go to their rooms for the night. So in his mind, if he had to stay up later, why should he arrive on time?

Oh right, because he was supposed to be meeting Miryo. It wouldn't do to be late when he was supposed to be escorting her. He hoped she hadn't already shown up. More importantly, he hoped his outfit would meet her approval. She had sent him a text message a few weeks ago, telling him they should try to match. 'k, Im wearing red!' it had read, and Varun had been left to plan accordingly. Not much to go by, but he thought he'd done a decent job. So here he was in a red and cream sherwani with heavy gold embroidery, currently scanning the dance floor for a glimpse of his friend.

[miryo evelyn fenrick]

Miryo enters the area

"Wow."

Miryo stood at the doors of the academy, impressed with its appearance in the night. However, she didn't admire the architecture for too long as the frosty winter air bit at her legs. Besides, she wasn't here to oogle; she was here to dance! Quickly, she slipped inside and stomped off the snow from her boots before she advanced into the school. There was definitely something about seeing the school at night that made her skin crawl, and not exactly in a bad way. She couldn't quite put her finger on it.

After Varun had asked her to the dance, the bakery girl could think of nothing else, much to the chagrin of Teresa and Ingrid; she had practically chatted their ears off about what she would wear, and more importantly, what she would make for him as a Christmas present. It was only fair since he had asked her to go, and she had the sneaking suspicion that she might have ousted someone else out of their spot by his side. Whatever. Going with friends was always better than some lame date.

Miryo smiled at the thought. Finally! A dance! After some great consideration, she had decided on her red Queen's Coach dress paired with cream colored tights, boots, and gloves. Her hair was pulled into a side ponytail, large ringlets tumbling down her shoulder. Cream-colored roses and pearls were secured firmly into her hair as she wasn't sure what kind of dancing to expect. She followed the music to a pair of grand doors leading into the ballroom.

Suddenly, she felt her stomach flutter. Would she fit in? Was she dressed too casually? Miryo knew this was a school for the "privileged," and at some point, she considered a traditional ballgown. Except that the thought didn't occur to her until the last minute after she had put together a coordination. Would the red stand out too much? She chewed at her bottom lip as she passed under the unmanned doorway, having completely forgotten that there should have been someone watching the doors, and instead looking for her friend and scanning the floor for how others dressed. A quick glance, and the girl let out a sigh of relief. She would be okay. Now she just had to find her friend.

[julie rin hideaki]

Julie enters the area

Julie got into the dance floor, already regreting it. She wanted to go to bed so badly! The sleepiness won and she easily gave up finding Vivian.

However, on her way to the ballroom door, Julie felt a sudden urge to look at a certain direction, and so she did. A few meters away, she saw an unknow boy in white, practically emanating grandeur. It was clear that he wasn't an ordinary guy. She would even say that there was something magical about him.

As if a spell had been cast on her, Julie couldn't move her eyes away from the boy. The longer she stared, the more attracted to him she became. What an incredible feeling that was, it had never happened to her... Julie wasn't even thinking anymore, she was only standing there motionless. The sleepiness was gone, and there was only fascination in her.

[varun thurathumaly]

Varun had already made one pass around the enormous ballroom, but had yet to see Miryo. He hadn't realized it would be so hard to find her. There were so many people, so many sights and smells and distractions.

Perhaps they should have met outside of the ballroom.

As he began his second circuit around the dance floor, he whipped out his phone, intent on sending the girl a short text asking for her location. He didn't know why he hadn't thought of it sooner. Miryo always had her phone on her, he'd seen evidence of that on multiple occasions. They'd find each other in no time this way. He had just finished typing the first word when he smelled it: the smell of vanilla and frosting and rising bread. A distinct smell he'd come to associate with two things. The bakery shop, and Miryo. She must be close by!

Taking a deep whiff of the delicious scent, he stashed his phone back in his pocket and decided to follow his nose instead.

[miryo evelyn fenrick]

Miryo didn't wander far from the entrance, a little taken aback by everything. Once she was over the initial worry of dressing too simply, she was mesmerized by the ballroom itself. She wondered if other parts of the school were as glamourous.

She frowned a bit when she realized not too many of the students were actually dancing. Socializing, yes, but very few were actually moving their feet farther than a few inches at a time. Hmmm. She was also somewhat put off by the formality of the music. Oh well. Miryo was determined to have a good time!

[varun thurathumaly]

Aha! There she was, standing just inside the giant double doors of the ballroom. Why hadn't he thought to look near the entrance? The most logical place to wait, and he'd completely looked over it. He sidestepped a couple attempting to waltz; very few students seemed interested in actually dancing it seemed. Though he wasn't an expert, Varun could hold his own on the dance floor. He hoped Miryo would want to dance; it would be so much fun, even if it turned out they made horrible dance partners. Sometimes, he'd found, being a bad dancer was even more entertaining than being a good one.

"Miryo!" He called out when he was close enough. "Hi!" He made a movement as if to hug her, but stopped himself. Maybe they weren't up to the hugging stage yet. He didn't want to make her uncomfortable and ruin everything. "I'm glad you made it safely. You haven't been waiting long, have you?"

[miryo evelyn fenrick]

Miryo turned when she heard her name called and grinned. "Varun!" she cried out in glee. Unlike most others, she had very little reservation, and was perhaps a little ignorant of others, and she pulled him forward into a quick hug. "I only just got here," she said. "I didn't keep you waiting too long, did I?"

Only then did she get a look at Varun, and she smiled. She had only sent a simple text that she'd be wearing red, and he planned fantastically. "You look great!" she said, even though she had pretty much no knowledge of Indian clothing. Except that it was all very delicate and detailed.