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Sidhe listened to their conversation, casually blending in the crowd as a happy party-goer. "My Lord warned me of their presence, do you not think that theirs did not do the same for us? I have no doubt in my mind that they know we are here. However, if you want privacy and a vantage point, I would recommend one of the opera boxes." One of the men asked, a holy man it would seem. The others had agreed and were about to head over to watch the next activities of the ball when midnight was announed to be soon. Amaris's voice filled her head. It's almost time. Get into your positions. Father is handling the interruptions. Good, thought Sidhe, she had wondered if she should do anything, but if her father was in place, then he could easily take care of them. She walked away from the buffet table and, seeing a man in the shadows of the room begin to move, arranged to casually pass him. "Opera box." she whispered as she passed him. She got into the position she had been told to be in and loosen her mask for the unvieling.



"Yes, I suppose you would think that." The girl said. "Perhaps it is your quiet nature that is so near to mine, but I do not usually speak this freely to others. It's most likely your tranquility that is enveloping me, and in turn keeping me as peaceful as you seem. I tend to hide my feelings from others, as some of the things that I think would anger them. . . I suppose I deserve the scorn that I receive, however: if you ask for honesty, then it shall be given - Rather, as much of the truth as is polite. . ." Fahad listened intently. So she was a mirror of the tranquility around her, Fahad thought that was interesting, and her honesty was a blunt as his was when he deigned to speak, as blunt as protocol would allow him. His father had made him learn to at least be polite when he talked to foriegn dignitaries, a thing that took a while to learn as the political pleasantries commonly escaped him. She intriqued him, he decided, so blunt and honest when everyone was lying through their teeth to please him.

A bell sounded and a voice rang out that warned of the impending midnight and unvieling. The girl began to move toward the ballroom, putting on her shoes as she went. He stood in the shadows, hesitating to return to the crowed hot mass that was the people inside, but duty urged him to return. He stepped into the moonlight, his steely colored hair turning almost silvery in the light. He stepped beside the girl and offered his arm. "I will accompany you." He said, "and you will know both my name and face at the unvieling." He said, knowing that her attitude would change the second she knew his title. "May I know yours however?"