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As the night had grown darker and steadily older, Mnemosynth found herself retreating behind her rider more and more. It was so hard to be moved by the festivities- the bright lights and dancing seemed dull and unspirited to her eyes. She was fixated, no matter what she thought, and at times even found herself taking a few careful, imitative steps. Xha'kai had offered to dance with her, but she had said no, too afraid of offending anybody present (to which he had loudly said dash them all, but sensing her reluctance did not press the issue).
The man had helped himself to yet another plate of roast tubers and wherry, expertly flicking his black and gold fringe so it hung just so, shading his eyes. He grinned and nodded to the passing VIPs, scoping out the ones more likely to listen to a fresh-faced greenrider. His darling green in question watched with wide eyes, until her attention slid to Cesirath nearby. Oh, sister... dear... She began, her voice halting as she plucked up the courage to speak at all. Xha'kai looked down at her encouragingly, laying gentle hands upon her headknobs. He then put down his plate and waved to K'rio. "High Reaches sure knows how to party on its off nights." He began, grinning. He stroked his dragon, hoping she would sense the mental reassurance he sent her. "How is your darling dragon finding it? I think I caught Mnemosynth trying to dance." At this, she hid her face a little. How awful. Cesirath might think her odd now!