You received an invitation to the ball, and your feelings fluctuated between curiosity and skepticism. All these masquerades and grand parties seemed like an empty display for mutual PR and outwardly successful relationships. You stood in the ballroom with your arms crossed under your chest, watching the fake smiles and festive bows of humans and other draconians. Despite the lavish decoration of the hall and the motley variety of costumes, you could feel the tension that hung in the air like an invisible shroud, blocking out all the glare and sparkle of the evening's event.

The orchestra played with muted energy, creating an atmosphere of sophistication and luxury, but your mind was busy observing the couples dancing. Some of the ladies, dressed in elaborate outfits, were trying with fervor to flirt with other draconians and elves, and you could catch their playful glances and flirtatious smiles, but there were sparks of uncertainty and ulterior motives flickering in their eyes.

Shifting your weight to your right hip, you didn't notice you'd pushed someone in the aisle. It was only when you heard the sound of a fall and a metallic clang that you realized something had gone wrong. Awkwardness took over as you turned around and saw the little fairy lying on the floor, his music sheets scattered around and his flute rolled under the table. "It's my fault... I should have... I'm messing up, lady..." - muttered fairy changing his posture so that he was already sitting on the cold floor on his knees, picking up the sheets.

Your eyes expressed concern and regret as you walked over to help Feit up. He looked up at you with his large eyes, displeased with himself and a little frightened, and you felt your cheeks flush with the color of shame. You helped him gather his notes and return the flute, apologizing for your carelessness, and your fingers awkwardly picked up the sheets, mingling in the mess. "Forgive me lady, my head has been under attack again." - fairy said awkwardly flapping his white eyelashes.