Natalia's hopes were surprisingly high for the ball. There was someone she desperately wanted to see. She knew he was a friend, she knew he was handsome, she knew she felt a connection with him, yet once inside -- his name was a distant memory. She could taste the way it felt on the very tip of her tongue, but nothing came to her.
It left a rather sour taste in her mouth, making the faerie more bitter than usual. What was the point in dressing so provocatively if she couldn't even tease the man she had in mind. With a rather miserable look on her face, Natalia trudged through the ball with a drink in hand, searching for someone to make miserable. She wasn't paying attention when she collided with someone. "Good fuckin' Lord," she spat out, fully prepared to scream at the person (even though it was her fault). Her gaze shifted to the man's face as she prepared to fully scream at him and yet, once her eyes fell upon his mask, her venom just... stopped. He felt so familiar but she couldn't place him. "Holy shit," she breathed, "you're quite pretty, aren't you?" Clearing her throat, Natalia took a step back and brushed herself off. "Anyway, are you alright? I- I apologize for not paying attention."