H-Hiling
[ Ashton was looking for Hiling -- not just because they had a dance to take, but also because he had a present for her! One arm tucked behind his back, he roamed the floor, glancing this way and that for the familiar head of green hair (which will only be easier to spot, now that Ribbons was... home.)
But when he spies it, he freezes.
Oh! She must be asking someone else to dance. Or vice-versa. Or maybe she's just talking. Either way, Ashton stands some distance away to wait to either catch her eye, or see her start to break away.
...but as a few moments go by, fidgeting with the buttons of his black flannel suit, he slowly begins to wonder. What... was going on, exactly?
Maybe he should just... step back, and come another time, when she wasn't so busy. ]