Their minds seemed to go blank for several seconds, both equally surprised after bumping into each other. Still, Clove wore that inviting, warm smile of hers- waiting for the girl to say hello, her name, or something along those lines. In those moments of silence, Clove couldn’t help but stare into her eyes a little longer- they were so beautiful and captivating, contrasting one another and clear as a gem. She favored the pink one especially- it reminded her of a newly bloomed carnation in springtime.
Maki was her name- or was it, M’Maki? No, the girl probably stuttered a little bit. The scene whirling around them was a bit overwhelming and all, with everyone dancing and being loud. “Yes, this is my home, my father rules over the hearthstone-“ She started, but was taken off guard by Maki’s question. Lady Clove? Now that made her smile and laugh, because she’d never been called that before. “Oh no, please! Just call me Clove, Maki.” She said, a little gleam of mischief in her eye- giving insight to the next thought forming in her mind.
Well, she’d danced with Wilder already. But who was to say, she couldn’t dance with other guests too? “You wanna dance a bit? Show everyone our moves?” A sly smile curled at her lips, revealing rows of pearly, well-kept teeth.
