The party was beginning to wind down and she found her eyes growing heavy. It was always a longer journey down here than she anticipated, even though the scenery was lovely. Up and down the coast, up and down the coast... her eyelids fluttered open and shut as she hugged the castle walls. Dancing and drinking was still carrying on in the center of the room, lit brightly by well-tended fires and flickering sconces. Everything was warm and sumptuous and attended by wolves eager to fill your cup and your plate. It was overwhelming. Theory retreated to a far corner by a quiet fire, laying down on one of the many furs available. What would it be like, to grow up in a place like this? You would be provided everything you could ever want. She was almost dozing off when the fire popped loudly and made her eyes spring back open. Yes, you could get used to a place like this.

Overwhelming was definitely one word for it, Sota could agree. While the small man had grown accustomed now to quite a few wolves being around, since joining The Hallows so long ago, he still wasn't the most social of wolves overall - and a gathering of this size left him feeling drained long before it ended. He too lingered away from many of the wolves that gathered, all enjoying the festivities in their own ways, from socializing to enjoying food and drink. Some seemed rowdier than others, others a little more subdued, though overall the vibe was beyond pleasant. He drifted further away from the crowds, his gaze falling on a woman who looked like she was just beginning to doze off. Offering a friendly smile he approached, giving his characteristic bow - dramatic and low to the ground - before rising again and facing her properly. "Anything I can get for you, miss?" He asked, as polite as ever. These were guests of The Hallows, after all, and he was happy to cater to them if he could. "My name's Sota, by the way."

The pop of the fire coincided with the approach of a very dainty male who - to her humor and surprise - bowed low to the ground upon greeting. "Oh! Well, some company would be just fine," she murmured. Theo had already drunk her fill - she was pleasantly buzzed, warm and bubbly, without that unsettling and delirious feeling that came with drinking too much. Try as she might, small wolves still made her feel uncomfortably massive. She thought she'd be used to it by now, what with Samara and the smaller children that had come from her relationship with Rhyme, she couldn't shake the feeling that they she would step on them by accident. He had intricate face markings that had her staring for a moment longer than she would have if she was sober. "Your face..." she started, then trilled a short laugh of embarrassment at herself. "I'm sorry for staring - it's quite striking." And I am now quite drunk. The last sweet wave of mead rolled through her body, pushing her off the ledge of tipsy into the vastness of utterly sloshed.

She seemed pleased with his company, which simply delighted him. Sota made no effort to hide how his grin grew at her words, a bit of gentle playfulness twinkling in his silver eyes as he regarded her. "Fortunately I have plenty of that," he quipped back gently once he rose to his full height, which was... nearly laughable against the tall woman's own stature. She didn't laugh though, even if she seemed amused by his presence - it was a friendly sort of aura, warm and comforting despite the fact that she was a complete stranger. He allowed himself to relax a bit further, sinking down onto his haunches before he noticed Theory staring. He let out a little chuckle when she admitted it out loud. "Ah - well - thank you," he fumbled a little over his words, unused to being complimented so bluntly. Wondering if he ought to give her a similar compliment, because she really was quite lovely to look at, he decided against it - at least for now. He was a gentleman and she was a visitor, after all. "My name's Desota, by the way, but you can call me Sota - all my friends do."

"Oh good," she said, her voice slow. If she blinked slowly, the room didn't spin any more. It simply swayed. "I'm glad you'll share your time with me. I came all this way, but I confess I don't know anyone except the happy groom," she chuckled. At least, not anyone that she had recognized in the throngs of visitors. But the room was smoky and loud - it was possible there were quite a few friendly faces hiding amongst the strangers. "And of course, being the man of the hour, he is quite occupied." Theory grinned slowly as Sota settled down across from her. Yes! Company! He thanked her awkwardly for the compliment, but it was an awkward compliment to give. Theo tried to smooth things over quickly. "You are very welcome Sota. My name is Theory, and I'm visiting half diplo-ma-tick-ally and half friend-ship-ily," she half-slurred, her eyes widening in embarrassment. "Anyway - I run a school on the eastern coast of Boreas."

Sota let out a pleasant little chuckle, seemingly enjoying Theory's company even if she was a little hyperaware of how intoxicated she'd become. If it bothered him, he showed no signs of it. He was simply happy with her company, even if painfully sober. "Fortunately for you, the wolves of The Hallows are known for being incredibly friendly, at least in my experience," he commented lightly. Even if she knew nobody here he was confident she'd find plenty of wolves to interact with, even if the groom was understandably preoccupied. "Half diplomatically and half friendshiply. I understand," Sota repeated her words, amusement glimmering in his silver eyes. By now it was obvious she'd had her share of, erm, festivities like so many wolves here. "A school? That sounds quite interesting. What sorts of things are taught here?" Perhaps in his younger years such a thing would've interested him personally but he was too settled here to consider leaving even temporarily, though he liked the concept nonetheless.