After she left, Nova knew he had to get going with their plan, to draw a bit of attention to themselves, to make the nobles interested in wanting to know more about them, to talk to them, creating an opening for opportunities, which they needed at the moment.
The ballroom's golden chandeliers cast their glow across the polished marble floor, catching on the edges of crystal goblets and the fine embroidery of noble coats. The evening air smelled faintly of enchanted lilacs and rich wine. Conversation stirred through the halls like a current, some idle, others heavy with implication.
Nova went to where Kiros was, and he stood beside him as they joined a group of mostly young and influential nobles, men and women whose family crests were stitched in gold across their shoulders or hung from brooches on their cloaks. The two had slid into the room without drawing too much attention, but their refined aura was hard to ignore. They didn't flaunt wealth, but moved like they belonged.
