She continued to look around for Amara but had given up hope of finding her for now. She would go look, after the crowd had settled. For now she continued into the hall, the familiar candles, the familiar tables, even the food was similar to every ball but playing her part, she too acted as surprised and thrilled as the rest.

...

Atlas nodded "You'd think they'd check the bloodlines and breed before handing over an egg to a princess" he mused before his brother walked away. Maybe they had hired the dragon to guard her? He had heard of that happening. Atlas scowled as the idiot collided with the girl in blue. Despite his inner Aro, he sauntered over to the princess, "You ok?"

Amara regained her balance before she heard someone talk to her. She stiffened up slightly before she looked over, wondering if it was going to be another rude person she would need to slap. When they asked if she was alright, she seemed a little shocked. "Yeah. I just dont do so well in heels" she said, which wasnt a lie by any means. She wasnt sure how much he saw, but with her gripping the pillar, she could at least just look clumsy rather than like someone who had just been pushed around.

He grinned slightly, "Can't say I've ever had much experience myself" he laughed, remembering the time he'd stolen his mother's heels when he was little and attempted to waddle around the castle in them. Gently, he held out a hand, offering her some balance. As he did so, he glanced around for Aro but was unable to spot him through the dense mass of people. Atlas couldn't say that he liked some of Aro's friends but, he sighed, to each was their own.

Amara bit back a small chuckle when he mentioned not having much experience with heels. She looked around, feeling like more eyes were on her, but she couldnt place from where with how many people were around. Looking back at the man before her, she debated asking where he was from, but didnt want to press the issue just in case he was from, THAT kingdom, and if he was, she would end up giving away who she was by taking off. Looking towards the punch bowl, her throat suddenly seemed dry, and with just being pushed around, she wanted more so to get something to drink rather than dance. "Um, are you thirsty" she asked. She hadnt ever been the best with small talk, especially when nervous.

The corner of his mouth twitched upwards into a small smile and he gave a gentle nod. A drink sounded nice, the girl was clearly uncomfortable and rifht now, he would probably gone along with anything. His left hand swung up to his face, sweeping a few strands of untidy white hair out of his eyes as he casually began to walk towards the drinks.

Amara gave a nervous smile before she headed towards the punch bowl. She wanted ti just sit by the fountain since Luna was last seen over there, but she also hadn't seen the white dragon in a moment which was odd. Luna was normally ways in sight of Amara, but with her not there, it worried her. "Have you seen a white dragon anywhere" she asked. "Mine is normally in sight, but I can't seem to see her."

Atlas pondered her question, "No" he said, cautiously, "No, I haven't, maybe she's with your friend?" he suggested, glancing at his own sea green Luca. The dragon was still staying as close to him as possible, about 14, around the same as a pony nearing horse sizes, not the largest but still big and strong enough to ride. Luca's wide, babyish eyes stared back into his own, as if silently begging to return the the quiet confines of home.

Amara shook her head. "No. Luna doesnt exactly care to be near my sister. Something about the way she dresses, Luna doesnt like" she said giving a shrug. "I dont know where she would be, and it worries me" she said. *Especially feeling like I am being watched* she thought, though she wasnt about to tell that to this man. He would probably think she is crazy.

"Why don't we go find her? She has to be here somewhere" He suggested. So they were sisters, that felt strange, they had seemed so different, everything here seemed wrong. Everything about Arulous put him off, so different to home yet so alike, and he didn't even know how that was possible. A white dragon however, couldn't be hard to find, it would stand out in the crowd, unlike the fur of white horses and dogs, the pure white of a dragon only faded and dulled in certain circumstances, usually they were bright and pearly, seeming to emit light.

Amara looked at the male, a bit shocked. "You would help me look for her" she asked. This was something she didnt expect, and she was grateful for that. Her blue eyes looked around before she spotted a figure in the distance with a dark cloak covering their face. Tingles hit her spine, making her feel more and more uneasy.