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She nodded, "Of sorts, one might call it a soldier, guard, defender..." Cid paused as the stone in her earring seemed to pulse with a light inside it, pursed her lips like she was hearing something either annoying or expected, and sighed, blowing a bit of hair up in the process and getting the rest out in a rush, "But we call ourselves Knights back home." She guessed that no matter what finery she wore, she really couldn't hide her own trained behavior.

There was a pause once more as Cid turned her head an inch or two toward the spirit's voice, "Listening? No ma'am, the only thing I am listening to is you, the chatter around us, and the music. I was rambling and...well, remembered something my mentor says when that happens. 'Quit yammering brat, get to the point!'...he's a bit...tense..." She snickered quietly after mimicking supposedly her teacher's voice, a rather cool monotone.

The prince made his way about the ballroom, greeting guests and offering pocket squares to those who had yet to receive one. He was making good progress, having managed to both do away with the pocket full his sister had generously stuffed with the ones she no longer cared to hold and cut down on the number Solsi had given him to begin with. He noticed that his movements had been leading him towards the silver haired woman. Years of practice around fellow royalty and the court kept his features calm and composed, yet beyond the outer mask his mind was racing to make sense of the stranger. He knew her from somewhere, he was sure of it. Yet, for some reason he could not recall where. A nagging suspicion came to him that perhaps this was one of the many masked entities that he knew, someone whose face he had seen with the mask on, yet never with it off. Despite that, his instincts said to be on guard. He didn't feel in danger, no, no one here was threatened, he believed. Yet something about her was warning him to stay alert.

He approached her as if none of this was going through he mind, smiling warmly. "Good evening," he spoke, bowing in greeting before offering one of the pocket squares. "You do not appear to have one of these yet, my dear. According to our lovely hostesses, they are something of a dress code."

[Bwahahahahahha-*cough* I mean-uh...huh? What are you talking about? o.o]

[Sleepy Whisp is sleepy and is going to get whomever put that little 'party favor' in my box. Imma get you. After...a...zzzzz]

(*flails* Goodness what a pocket square I was sent. Thank you, which ever of you is being the sweetie sweet~ ;//w//; )

(Mah gawd. This party favor. >:U Thank you!)

So, what was she to do with this "party favor"? It was a small square cloth with a starry pattern printed in the fabric. She also overheard it was part of the dress code. "This place has a dress code?" Clara asks, questioning, with a raised brow."I don't quite recall these events having one, though, this ones my first in my own body." Since she really didn't want to carry it around, the witch was looking for someone to slip it to.