The young banshee had secretly left her friend to find the young lord that she had almost quite literally swept him off his feet. They had been been separated when someone had accidently bumped into her. She had turned for a moment to give her apologies and when she looked back the space he had occupied was left vacant.

Quickly she glanced back at McKinley one last time, having only met the woman four months prior after an entire town had been destroyed. The musician had been a wreck , screeching that the destruction had been her fault, that she had some how single handedly flattened and blown through it. From that moment Adrielle had found herself wanting to help her, even though she herself had had no idea what the outside world would be like due to being kept in a lab. Sighing softly she weaved in and out of the sea of bodies. The large room quickly filling with more people as the Lord of the night had given his elegant welcome speech.

Her dark gaze glanced around the room for a moment as she had lost sight of the table that held an assortment of different drinks and light finger foods. Pursing her lips she moved towards the edge of the dance floor, pushing her long fiery locks behind her bare shoulders. For a moment she stood still, like a maiden waiting for someone to ask if her dance card had been filled for the night, an eager lass to be swept up into the crowd of bodies that swayed with the rhythm of the music. She was young enough and had a handsome enough dress on to draw attention from a few Lords but still she turned to return to her adventure of finding a drink and tasting something sweet on her tongue.

She curtsied to a group of lords that she passed, gracing them with a gentle smile as she had finally spotted the table. She nodded at the butler that attended the display of deliciousness. "What will it be miss," he baritone voice easily carried.

Adrielle paused, having never really been much of a drinker. Pursing her lips with uneasiness she glanced up at the butler, "What do you recommend that is light on the lips but sweet on the tongue?"

The server seemed surprised at her question before he reached for a glass, handing it to her. "This is spiked cider, bubbly but refreshingly sweet."

The banshee smiled, accepting the cup. Slowly she raised it to her lips, taking a small sip. The carbonation tickling her nose before she nodded at the delightful taste. "Thank you," she smiled and turned towards the dance floor to observe the room.