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The room is crowded, as it always is during these nights. Parties seem to be something these people thoroughly enjoy. It's a great way to learn, but right now, that's not Corazon's focus.
She knows Cadwalader's scent very well now. It's easy, too, to spot them across the room, tall as they are. It's also easy to spot a stranger speaking to them, standing far closer than she would like. He's tall, too. Pretty, as most of these beings are. But he's laughing a little too hard at whatever it is Cadwalader is saying. He's leaning in closer to them than Corazon can tolerate.
Her skirt whispers around her feet as she makes her way across the room. Eyes follow her, as they always do. She ignores them, as she always does. There is only one thing on her mind right now. Corazon stops at Cadwalader's side when she reaches them. Even in her heels, she barely comes up to their chin. The man smiling at her hound is tall, too, but it doesn't intimidate her.
"Yolia," Corazon says, voice soft. She sees the way the man's eyes move over her, sizing her up. There's a sudden tension in his shoulders, a subtle thing, that pleases her. Her hand slides along Cadwalader's back before coming to rest on their shoulder. "Introduce me to who it is that's taking up so much of your time."