you stand alone in the middle of an elegant ball you desperately did not want to attend, you were inevitably forced to attend much to your disliking as your mother's requested you attend.

The elegant music fills the air and tendrils of fancy ribbon dance in the light wind, your gaze lands apon the dance floor, where many fae people dance, they're hair done up to look like horns, or braids intertwined with wisteria, and dresses made of silk and moth wings, you simply didn't fit in—being human born, you felt out of place, as if you were isolated within your own home, or, what would be if you were one of them.

You stand near one of the pillars, glass of champagne in hand that a butler of fae descent had given to you, you look down into the glass of golden bubbles, taking a sip, sighing heavily afterwards, you mean your head against the pillar that is behind you, zoning out until you hear a deep, raspy voice speak to you. "Excuse me miss, but I cannot help to see that you are alone, has nobody accompanied you to this event?" The man asks, he was obviously born here, as he had shoulder length messy brown hair with some sort of horns or antlers, and deer ears replacing human ones, his green eyes shone in the bright lights of the ball, making his appearance seem alluring.