Bad Wolf
Ivalyn watched her nephew head off toward the snow sculpting event along with a credit chip for donations. She drummed her fingers along her champagne glass. Observing people sipping on the champagne here and there. The gala seemed to be a nice enough event, although the fact that she knew absolutely no one made her want to leave as soon as possible. Just an hour she thought to herself as she turned her gaze and there she noticed a young man looking her way. She concealed the inner smirk that dared to show as he inclined his head ever so slightly and raised his glass toward her.
She raised her own glass toward him and gave a similar gesture in return with the smallest, inclination of her head. Ivalyn held a polite, yet warm smile along her features. She couldn't discern much about him from a distance but his suit certainly stood out to her, a charming shade of Galactic Alliance blue. Balance help her Ivalyn thought to herself, and wondered if he had been in their military. Ivalyn mused on the idea of simply leaving this little happenstance there. Then again, she did have an hour to waste so why not waste it talking with someone who was very easy on the eyes.
Ivalyn would make her way through the crowd and approach him, and along the way just wondered what she would say. Yes, hello, nice suit, really brings out the eyes? What a load of bollocks that'd be. How long had it been since she'd actually been out? "Couldn't help but notice you, names Ivalyn." She greeted him warmly with a smile, one hand holding onto the glass of champagne and the other holding up part of her dress. Ivalyn would only confess that the glass was merely her emotional support glass of champagne.