Welcome to Gaia! ::

Invisible to the Living eye, the Phantom silently floated near the glass windows. Her gaze slowly drifted from the dying sun and towards the arriving guests. She had arrived far earlier than the invitation had suggested and had taken the time to explore the venue just as the Prince had. Indeed, she had even passed the unknowing Prince multiple times during her venture; the only mark of her presence a chilling draught.

Floating nearer to the attendees, the ghost began to catch snippets of the conversations taking place. There seemed to be a good deal of discussion about pocket squares. In the span of a breath, her once unseen form bloomed into existence. Despite being as transparent as always, the soft white glow surrounding the Phantom seemed brighter than wonted. "Good evening." She dipped into a graceful curtsey.

The ballroom was beginning to fill both with faces the redhead recognized, and some she did not. At first she was beginning to think that she missed a memo with how many redhaired ladies had appeared, but now the diversity in attendees was beginning to show. Lucky heard the clack of a cane midwave to Nefiriam and turned her attention to the newcomer. Well! It wasn't every day she got to see Mr. Mechanic dressed to impress and without a layer of grease from his current project covering his work clothes. She excused herself from Solsi and her brother, snagging a handful of pocket squares from the box, before making her way over to the newcomer. She hadn't seen him since their escapade on St. Patrick's day, which really had been far too long. "Well! Don't you look handsome," she smiled, coming to a stop in front of him. "Glad you could make it, Mechy~ Here-" She reached up and placed the handful of pocket squares in his breast pocket, not all that different from how her brother's looked. She winked playfully. "Ballroom dresscode."



The prince shook his head as he saw his sister make the mechanic the next victim of the overabundant box of merchandise, but left her to her devices. Arron could handle her. Maybe. He instead took in the other newcomers. He noticed another redhaired woman had made her arrival shortly after he returned from his venture through the halls, yet seemed more content to examine the room for now. Then there was the other, a tiny maiden with bells that chimed as she stepped. She looked as if she wasn't used to this type of setting and had made her way to the buffet table.

He was considering introducing himself to the pair when a familiar voice caught his attention. The prince smiles warmly the lovely phantom appeared before his eyes. He bowed in turn. "Good evening, my dear," he replied. "It has been some time since we last met." Or had it been? He had noticed a rather unexpected cold draft more than a few times when exploring the halls. He had thought it strange, given the warmth of the summer evening. Perhaps he was not the only one who was curious about this place. "I do hope the venue is to your liking?"

"It has been a rather long time since we last talked, Your Highness." The Phantom admitted, rising from her curtsy. Gazing once more at the decorations, she replied, "The ballroom is breath taking, the view more so. You, your sister, and Solsi have done wondrously." Her sincere words were matched with a smile.

"Thank you, though I must admit it was my sister and Solsi's work more than my own," he replied, gazing upon the decorations in appreciation as well. "Though I do have an idea on how to contribute." He turned his attention to the phantom again, offering a hand. "It does not seem fitting to have such a scene, and not a single lady asked to dance. Would you mind helping me correct this?"

Her eyes twinkled at the thought, "I could never possibly decline an offer to dance. I do so enjoy it." As she reached out to take the Prince's hand, her transparent form became corporeal. The chill in the air deepened, and for a moment her hand burned cold in his own. Seconds passed before warmth returned to both.

Following him to the dance floor, she spied an observer by the food table. The woman was clearly uneasy, her body taut with tension. The Phantom bowed her head in mild greeting and gave Minstrel a kind, comforting smile

The shock of the cold affected him for only a moment. So many days travelling between the stars and the empty space between had grown him accustom to drastic temperatures. But that did not mean that sudden change went unnoticed. He watched curiously as her form became less spiritual, then led her onto the floor. He was aware of the viewer, but also noticed that his sister was also taking note. He would leave it to her for now, and instead let his focus lie on the phantom. Taking her in his arms, he began leading her in a waltz. With only the two of them on he floor for now, he took advantage of the space, gliding across the floor and allowing dips and spins when the time felt right. He was unaware of the baffled look on the onlooker's face. Had he seen it, he might be just as confused. He could see his partner as clear as day, and to his knowledge he had no ability that would allow him to see a spirit that others could not.

The young woman would remove one of her gloves, and do something odd. She snapped her fingers first around her ear, then nodded to herself as if it was some kind of affirmation, her earring shifting slightly out of it's hiding spot behind her hair from the movement. She paused as the reddish stone caught the light, and then straightend, seeming even more confused. 'Someone is there?' she mouthed, popping another piece of fruit in to cover it up and chewed thoughtfully. Disembodied voice, the Royal dancing seemingly by himself, but someone was supposedly there? "A ghost?" she asked herself quietly aloud, shaking her head. This was going to be an eventful night...