Ball Room

Aello was bored. Oh so very bored. Her feet were twitching and her tail feathers fluffing. That was it... She just HAD to do something.

She hopped off the little seat she was sat in and ran as fast as she could into the middle of the ballroom and began twirling. She twirled and twirled until finally THUD! Down she went. Her giggles echoed through the huge room as she lay dizzy on the floor, her eyes going left and right and left and right. "AHHHHAHAHAHA AWESOME!"

It was then she realised that it had not been such a great idea after all and vomited in a nearby vase.

At the sight of a young creature vomitting into a hotel vase, Sophia abruptly stopped in her tracks. Hesitant, she walked across the lavish, dark ball room. With every step on the glossy, smooth floor, scorch marks and cracks appeared. "You really shouldn't be doing that to the hotel's property." Sophia's eyes glowered menacingly. Quickly realizing her condescending tone and expression, Sophia gracefully stooped lower to the child's eye level. She gingerly patted their unruly tuft of black hair. "It's not nice to meddle with things that aren't your's," Sophia gently said. Despite her understanding and kind facade, her mental state was in a frantic panic. "I'm really not good with others. I have to get out of here, before I hurt someone again," Sophia thought. As she approached the ball room door, she realized why she had ever come here in the first place. Reluctant, she meekly turned her head towards the young creature. "Do you know where the dining hall is? Dinner starts in a few minutes. Not that I'm lost though! Just curious..." Sophia's voice trailed off, disappointed in herself for allowing her arrogant side to show.

A small smile crept onto Sophia's face. "No, silly. You're suppose to use it to wipe the vomit off your face." She pointed to a glistening trail of saliva and vomit that dribbled down the girl's chin. "She doesn't seem to react much to my slips of arrogance. Perhaps..." Sophia's thoughts trailed off, as she gazed down at a potential friend. It had been quite awhile, since Sophia interacted socially with anyone. Taking a deep breath, she concentrated on her critical, first impression. "I'm Sophia, by the way." She extended an gentle hand to help the young girl up.