Arekk
The Flesh Of Fallen Angels
GALLAINORE
Château Loire’an, Dimitor
INTERACTING WITH: [member="Alexandra Feanor"]
Agh, a familar face at last.
Excusing himself from the friendly conversation with Yura, Ar'ekk moved over with an already full glass of pink champagne to rendevouz with [member="Alexandra Feanor"]. She was an old acquaintance and while it was quite the surprise to see her here, it'd be much more of a surprise to have him attending a dance in dapper clothes.
Of course, they were seeking to calm themselves down with liquor and stumbled upon each other trying to get some of that marvelous nerve-calming elixir by one of the tables.
Predictable? Indeed.
"I didn't know you liked dances, Alex." He said in jest, grabbing more sweet canapés from the table. They were too delicious to miss out on.
All in all, his anxiety would decrease only slightly after meeting up with someone he really did know. Dancing was out of the question unless he was directly asked about it by an attendee, rusty moves were out of the question if there was an agreement.
"How are you?"