for @icebird-khion
The lush treatment given to the grounds was by far Gwyn's favorite part of the ball. The sith was taking advantage of this fact to hide from one Roland de Rochefort, still in good spirits but dodging the inevitable lecture he'd known was to come the second he'd made eye contact with his sire across the ballroom and seen Roland register his fledgling's outfit (or lack there off). He'd blown his favorite fellow master a loving kiss before promptly vanishing, knowing without a shadow of a doubt that he'd earned an earful about what was proper ball attire - but that could be stalled a little longer. Now, he was lounging like a big cat up in one of the leafy trees lining the lawn, a little tipsy and sundazed - quite an ideal way to enjoy the overall atmosphere as he indulged in a bit of people watching.
And there was one person Gwyn was always happy to see. Khion in his signature blue, not seeming to have noticed his old friend until he was practically underneath him, seeking shade or waiting for a romantic rendezvous? Grinning, Gwyn plucked free one of the daisies he'd stuck all over his curly locks and crumbled it in his hand, scattering yellow petals down onto the pamola's pale head with an innocent whistle as he waited for Khion to notice him.