Remiel removed the hood and then the heavy thick cloak (he'd used Gift to add the leaves and moss) passing it off to a passing staff member, he left the wooden mask that concealed his recently added eye patch, looking down at Acacia with his good eye which was still blue and hard to hide even in the shadow of the mask holes.

"That's because there wasn't one," Remi chided but didn't let the comment sit, "Words and apologies mean shit for all these days Acacia, let me make it up to you with the first dance of the evening..."

When someone suddenly grabbed hold of his arm he looked down to see who it was and both surprised and delighted to find his Queen, Avalon Eldouir. He didn't reply to her accusation. He merely winked and beamed down at her, taking in the look of her. "Well don't you look as pretty as a picture. I could just eat you up," he smirked and winked again.

Though as she rudely insulted his outfit he scoffed playfully, too proud of his getup to care if she actually thought it was terrible. "It's called 'art', not that I'd expect you to understand." He bumped his hip against hers and shook his head with a sarcastic eyeroll. He definitely wasn't offended but he could pretend to be.

"So, have you found a little mouse to play with yet?" he asked her, looking around the room. Would Avalon want to just hang out with him or did she plan to have some fun with their Lorendale playthings?

Remiel froze, not because of Tallis berating him, but the mention of Oriana. He felt the prick of some phantom pain coming off her name carved into his chest that radiated through his body and attacked his heart. His jaw clenched and he felt movement in his legs as he retreated away, toward the staff with his heavy cloak who hadn't got to far, and Remiel was gone.

[Exit Remiel]

Santiana was flustered. Of course she'd be arriving later to the party than she wanted. Her carriage had lost a wheel on the way over and she'd been forced to wait as her driver retrieved it and reattached it. She'd wanted to just ride a horse over, but she still represented the DeCarlo family, she had to make a good impression. Well, so much for that.

She held her head high as she entered the room, however, not about to let the earlier debacle frazzle her and ruin her night. Her fiery red dress complimented the red feathers and ornate gold hair pin that allowed her blonde waves to delicately drape over her shoulders. After the time spent mourning one family, and deciding whether or not to truly accept her new family, she needed to feel like her usually spicy self. And most certainly needed the look to match.

She greeted those who passed her, but was more hoping someone would approach her. She was tired of leays being the one to initiate the conversation.