..."would it be okay to see him?" I whispered.

Riften
Riften was quiet as he walked over, he didn't know how to respond. Oh, hey I'm disobeying Grift's orders because I just got a feeling you needed these clothing. He thought sarcastically as he knelt in front of Amias. "I brought you clothes, I don't know what o do about your mask. But, if you need to you can wear the scarf over your eyes; it's pretty see-through."

((Oops forgot to add these two's interaction.)
Lidia noticed Odelina's drooling and chuckled. "These pancakes are delicious, hopefully, you enjoy them.", She smiled softly. Lidia looked back to the cooks, watching them pile food onto the trays in record time. Hopefully, they'd be able to relax and gossip about things little girls would this morning. She was mainly wishing for this because of her father's little helper, Nicote might be out there with his pet.

After some walking around, he reluctently head to his room to change into more ball appropriated cloatings. Not wanting to be overly flashy and have even more inconfortables interactions with high class woman then necessary he chosed an outfit that would let him blend with the shadows to some extent.

Exiting his room he slowly started to walk back, part fo him wanted that somthing, anything realy, would happen and gave him a raison to not go it the ball room yet.

(I think it's still before noon, my friend. XD)

( Yea, tho he is open for interaction for a while so the last part is mostly a way to create a starting point lol)

Alright, sorry))

Odelina smiled. I dont doubt that. They smell wonderful. She said. She could not wait to try them. She giggled a bit at the thought.

"We will follow both of you out, my lady.", A young man said, carrying one tray, his friend was carrying another.

"Thank you, boys.", Lidia said, dipping her head before turning around and leading the way. She turned quiet for once as they neared the back. Lidia had turned to deep thought as they walked.

Dorian and Dexion- Current Location: Ballroom- Interactions: open

Mingling had never been his strong suit nor something he truly enjoyed. Unless of course it involved making fun of people or boasting about himself. These party goers were annoying enough before they started to try and speak with him but now that the woman were all flogging him for his attention it was unbearable. Crossly he pushed his way back out into the main hall with Dexion hot on his heels. "Well this is going to be a fun night!" Dorian growled dusting himself off. "I can't believe father invited so many duchesses." Dexion said nothing as he stood close to the man, clearly terrified as always.