Open Starter-Neverwinter Ball
Zhjaeve hangs back in a corner, observing the way the others joined in the festivities. This is her first time attending any sort of party in this world, and she can’t help but feel a little out of place. She tugs at one of the sleeves on the fancy dress she’s wearing, trying to straighten out some wrinkles. She wasn’t quite sure why she needed the change of clothes, but the Kalach-Cha had assured her that ‘dressing up’ was an important part of the event. She decides to stand here just a little longer before deciding how best to join the others.
"Ah, how wonderful to see you join us this evening," drawled Sand from nearby. He was certain that the githzerai had already sensed his presence, but he didn’t have any need or desire to hide from her anyways. The moon elf examined her costume and gave an approving nod. "I don’t suppose you have experience in these social events?"
She looks over at the elf and shakes her head. “These kinds of events are not *known* among my people,” she replies quietly, “I have never attended one before.”
"Then how does this seem to you for your first?" he asked as he offered her a glass of wine he had gracefully plucked up from a passing tray. "Are you enjoying yourself or are you wishing to hide, like I suspect half the people in this room are hoping to secretly?"
"A little of both," she admits, taking the glass, "Though I am coming to *know* more of certain prime customs this evening, it is still not *known* to me how I might best join in. I am...an outsider here. It does cause some discomfort."
