A beautiful landscape, a gentle breeze. The mansion is expertly built to be shielded from potential afternoon heat waves as the day transitions into evening and thus into an opulent soirée even in these pre-war times. Who could ever stop the rich from being self-absorbed and in denial? (Or mayhaps, rightfully so - maybe they think they could buy their way out of it somehow. They probably could.)

Xuanyi has also found their way to this soirée, accompanied by their parents that are out socialising somewhere in the beautiful hall. They themself stand a bit to the side, pink hair beautifully done with a dreamy dress to match. Still, not many are paying attention besides a few looks at the apparently-shy figure holding a flute of champagne awkwardly.

(It's preferred that way - less people to make the weirdest smalltalk of the century with, more space to observe the movements going on in the hall.)

Still, Xuanyi decides to make way a bit towards the balcony, seeing as the guests have brought their pokémon ... and oh, they seem to stay quite clear of them. However, it's just their luck that they run into someone else, barely avoiding emptying the contents of their flute onto them. Their eyes widen with surprise as they quickly take a step back, sparkling whitegold dangerously swirling as they take their hands to sign, !! I'm sorry.

Galayne Valois