[Espy]

Espy slipped through the multitude of people chatting in the sidelines, holding the sheathed sword close to her so as to not arouse suspicion. Ah, should've worn a mask, she thought, hoping her piercingly red eyes wouldn't turn heads. She didn't like attention; she hadn't particularly loathed it either when, as a child, her family had treated her like the actual princess she was, but attention now would be...bothersome.

The drunk men nearby caused her to flatten her ears slightly. She hated above all the loud nonsensical blabber of inebriated men and women alike. But soon, she'd have to do something to blend in. She sighed. She had never been a person for formalities and dances.

((Ok, be back in...about three hours.))