To make things worse, she still couldn’t find Nathaniel even after some thorough searching. Every time she thought she caught a glimpse of him, following the figure soon revealed that it was not the man she was looking for. It went on for quite a while. Somewhat frustrated, the young woman finally decided to drift to the refreshment tables and get herself a drink. Let the Endor have the task of looking for her, while she cheered herself up with the food and some wine.
Splitting up had been a terrible idea.
A part of her wondered if perhaps he had left the party without telling her. Nathaniel had been drinking quite a lot in her opinion and he might just leave without meaning to. He could also be in the dance floor somewhere – though judging from their brief lesson together, she doubted he was much of a dancer. The distrusting voice in her head imagined the possibility of him trailing off into the night with some other woman.
That was enough cue for the Krome to start distracting herself. Her mind is a dark place when given the chance. Velaine grabbed a glass of red wine and downed a generous amount of it in a single move.
Slowly, her gaze swept across her surroundings, hoping to see someone she recognized – any sort of conversation was a welcome distraction. And she did, though it wasn’t someone she expected to be in such an event. A certain young man with unkempt hair and startling blue eyes. The last time she had seen was in a library, both of them far too curious about the stories of ancient Rynmere.
Her curiosity peaked, Velaine decided to ask him what he was doing here. Especially since he didn’t seem to be with anyone else. She hoped to at least mildly surprise him. So, she kept her approach as quiet as possible before clearing her throat. “Caius, isn’t it? Caius from Gawyne?” A knowing smile was poised on her lips as she took in the fact that the man was clad in the purple of the house that was known for its philosophers.