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Bao Yu watched as Ying clapped her hands and started writing on the board. When she saw her name being written next to a Salbei, she wasn't sure how to feel about that. Well.. surprised, excited? Maybe. More like apprehensive. She honestly had no idea who that was, but she reserved judgement until she talked to the stallion. Pushing her glasses up on her face, she tried to figure out which one Salbei was. Maybe paying attention would have helped her in this situation.

Ah, well. Thus is life.

"Who is Salbei?" She said out loud, pondering. A sleeve clad hand came up to her chin, trying to look at the ponies. It was almost as if she was expecting him to just leap up and say 'oh that's me' or something along those lines.

Na'ima thought nothing of the fact that she had not been paired up with her Mentor. This was a good thing! A matchmaker did not simply match mares up with stallions they were already familiar with. She found her name on the list, gasping with delight when she saw she had not one but two Stallions.

She hoped it was two Stallions.

"Look," Na'ima chuckled and playfully nudged Salbei. "I have two dates. I'm the luckiest mare alive." And to see a name she recognized? Oh, she was so pleased. She heard a voice call out Salbei's name and she looked up with a grin, gesturing to the Conquest female looking for him. "I believe that is Bao Yu." She pat his arm. "You be good now."

Now, where was Mmur and this 'Jing'? Na'ima wandered off, her jewelry clinking and jingling together with each step in search of the Famine Stallion and her second date.

Mmur watched Ying's hand as she connected the gathered horsemen's names in neat pairs. He waited for his own Line of Matchmaking patiently at first, but when he wasn't one of the first two singled out, he shifted his weight, crossed his arms, and frowned moodily. When he didn't get paired in the second set, he huffed a sharp breath out of his nostrils and shook his head. Finally, as she pressed the chalk to the end of his name, time crept to a crawl, the rest of the line appearing far too slowly to suit. He was about to jump forward and throttle the Conquest mare when she completed it, attaching his name to... Na'ima? He found the Sage in the crowd, his grin appearing too quickly for him to properly hide his delight. He knew he should be respectfully subdued in the presence of his superiors, but surely she would forgive him. He had gotten out of practice at true subservience since their homeland had been destroyed, and he couldn't help that he was greatly looking forward to having an excuse to catch up with the other Famine horseman. He wouldn't be tempted to shove his hands into the punch or find himself the awkward third wheel in a student couple's conversation this year. Although... Speaking of third wheels...

He took a single step toward Na'ima before he noticed that Ying's hand hadn't stopped moving. That might have been normal enough if she had also shifted it to a new horseman. Instead, her chalk drew another line, connecting Na'ima and himself to a third name. Was he really getting... all the dates? Mmur froze in place, holding perfectly still as he waited to see who it was.

Jing.

Hee.

His grin grew larger in response to this news, only faltering slightly when he saw the Conquest stallion's change in body language as he spoke to his sister. It was a bit of a shame that Ying had seen fit to break up the set, but clearly Mmur had no misgivings about taking anyone and everyone to Amityville's silly little dance. He would make prom night enjoyable for all of his dates, or his name wasn't... Mmur.

He practically skipped to Na'ima's side, folding his hands and leaning close as he stopped. "This will be fun. Such excellent fun." He might have clapped, just a little. "That one's Jing." He pointed and stared so hard at the back of the artisan's head that the other stallion might have felt it.

Oh, wonderful! Mmur came to her, that made things much easier for her. There was a warm smile behind her veil as she chuckled and watched the Famine stallion. He was so excited. When he pointed out who Jing was she turned, her eyes lighting up with approval. "Isn't he handsome. We're very lucky, hm?" She gave Mmur a wink before she turned to Jing again and gave him a low bow in greeting. "Hello, Jing. I am Na'ima," Na'ima greeted him warmly as she stood straight again, fixing her veils once she was upright again.

Yes, you are the smoothest talker, Jing. This was going to be an interesting event. "It is a pleasure to meet you, I already know sweet Mmur, so to have someone of Conquest at my side will be very exciting. Shall we be off to get to know one another better?" She would think about her need for a dress later...or when someone reminded her she would need one. The only clothes she had were the ones she was wearing, something she did hope to remedy as soon as possible.

It was borderline unthinkable for the artisan stallion, going to the dance with not one but two dates. His head was a blur with how it could go wrong, Like how would the dancing work? "Well there is always mingling, and general mischief to cause." the polite horseboil added in optimistically. It was second nature to begin bowing, with the way that he was raised, giving a large bow to the mare of their group. "I sincerely hope to meet your expectations, both of you that is."

And he vowed to silently murder his sister at the same time, noone would miss her is she was buried in a pile of silk he figured. It would be the perfect crime. "But I have no problem with learning about you two, it would be fun."

Mmur however really wanted to make an entrance, and he didn't have the heart to say no. "Sure, that sounds splendid." he agreed, beaming a smile at them.

he was going to make sure to get his revenge on his dear sister.