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Loyal had found himself in a room where it was themed to look like the ballroom in a castle. There were fantastic fairies and all sorts of magical creatures to give the room a more whimsical feel, and the ringmaster couldn’t help but find it amusing for the few moments that he surveyed the room.

He didn’t feel like he was having as much fun as he would’ve hoped, however. With people dancing, chatting with friends, and with no other way to attract attention, he couldn’t help but feel left out of the atmosphere. The rest of the cirque had gone off to different rooms, as they agreed they’d get to experience more of the ball in its entirety that way.

He adjusted his black cravat as he looked up at the moon outside. It wasn’t such a bad place. If anything, it was truly beautiful to behold. But looking like perfection didn’t necessarily mean it was.

For the next half hour, Monsieur Loyal was bored out of his mind.

Sparks wandered in amazed and confused, it was her first ball and it both excited and scared her. She was a very social person, but she had lost her sisters on the way in and felt completely lost. She had her hair straightened and was wearing the fanciest outfit she could find. It was easy to see she was nervous, eye cast down, slightly slouched.

She let out a sigh and tucked her hair behind. Maybe it wasn’t fully nervousness but, disappointment she was really hoping to go with someone in particular. But he probably doesn’t even notice her in that way, anyways it was a worthless cause to keep thinking about him. She looked up to see the Ring master not to far away she smiled and gave a weak wave.

The ringmaster averted his gaze from the sky to look over to see a red-haired young woman weakly waving at him. He put on a smile, glad that someone had decided to take notice of him. As he walked over, he begin to recognize the features that weren’t hidden behind her mask.

“Well…if it isn’t Mademoiselle Sparks… I’m so glad you could make it.” He made a slight bow, being careful that his half mask didn’t fall off. As he straightened himself out, he took a moment to look her over. He noted the overall dark look of her ensemble.

“That’s a lovely outfit. Certainly suits you. However, in a room decorated to be like a whimsical dreamscape, you do stand out a little. Hmm…perhaps I should’ve thought of that. Maybe then I’d become the centerpiece of the masquerade,” he chuckled.