Azriel - Open
Azriel had come to the party mostly because he felt rude to not to come when he lived so near. He had started work at the dragon camp but it was still part-time and, as he didn't live down there yet, he felt justified in keeping his room. And wondering if he really did want to give up his big comfy bed. Or whether he could move it into one of the tents if he moved down there full-time.
Dressing in some of his finer robes, Azriel had spent most of the night relishing the champagne without seeming greedy. Alcohol was the one thing he missed - It helped make social interaction much easier and getting drunk was one of the only ways to truly blot out his childhood.
Eating a piece of cake - and thinking that Stephen would enjoy it far more than anything he'd get at his own engagement party - he realised somebody was speaking to him and turned. "Sorry, I was wrapped up in my own thoughts. What did you say?"