TYLEN/THEA | 9PM
At the touch to her arm, Thea felt the feathers along her neck rustle as a shiver moved over her. She hadn't thought to cover them up tonight, considering if there was any setting to proudly display the trademark only the royal family possessed, it was the masquerade. She'd even chosen a strapless dress so the tops of her shoulders and line of her neck was bare; which only made the downy golden silver feathers there stand out more. Something about this young man was stirring her, which had only happened once before. With Tylen. Yet this boy wasn't cursing or outwardly seeking to make her blush, so she wasn't sure if she was right in thinking it was the crow she'd been both anticipating and wary about seeing again.
"Now there's an idea, but I fear it would be a waste to repeat when there's much more to be done that is new," she said, her tone matching his as she let go of that propriety. Thea didn't have to be a princess here, and if nobody knew who she was she could have a little fun. Try to prove to Tylen that she wasn't entirely stuck up.