[Espy]

((Using this male avi for the time being.))

Sen walked, no, he almost glided, through the crowds, with a glass of Pinot Noir in hand. He knew his cousin was here; he'd spot the red-sheathed sword, identical to his, sooner or later. The girl was clumsy and shy, and had always scolded him for his mischief. Not that he didn't deserve it...

His stowed blade hit softly against his knee as he did a weaving waltz through the multitude of masked guests towards the bar, but Sen ignored it. Stopping to take a breath, he pulled his mask up and sipped briefly at the pinot, glancing at the people close to him.