#//soren only having Weird ic knowledge of this whole mess god bless

[atypicalsenerio]

Deirdre's face lights up when she sees Soren's outfit for the ball. He looks absolutely stunning in it and she is quite glad to see him part of the festivities. Whether or not that is his choice does not cross her mind, she is just happy to see him.

With a giggle, she approaches him and gives a twirl of her own butterfly themed dress. "Look at us! We match! How marvelous! Ah but I do wish our Julian was here as well. I have been hoping for an excuse to introduce him to my Lord Sigurd."

"We..." Soren looked her up and down, mouth a flat line. "...match, yes." It wasn't a bad thing, but not something he'd ever thought he'd say to Dierdre. His own outfit was like a shadow of hers, dark and gold, but the themes were similar thanks to the fairies.

"Julian would enjoy meeting people, yes." He didn't want to admit how much he missed Julian. He hoped Julian was alright without them, probably sleeping or chewing his rug.

Soren paused, trying to remember who Sigurd was as he held his hand out for a handshake, magic buzzing.

"Is that the one that one man with the idiotic accent was impersonating in a ditch?"