As they walked towards the large hall that held the ball Sirith and Sol continued their conversation. Sirith asked her questions of Asgard and Sol answered eagerly. Sol then asked her questions of her home and Sirith answered as best she could. Soon though, once the music reached their ears, Thor turned to instruct them on how to enter. He lined them up correct so they formed a triangle of sorts. Lady Claudia stood in the front, with Lady Sol and Lady Attia in the next row and Sirith and Lady Lika in the last. The two looked at each other for a moment before taking their place to enter.

The grand doors opened wide and the five ladies walked slowly in, polite smiles on their faces as a page called their names. When they reached the center of the room they fanned out, each going to a different position near the front of the crowd in order the catch the attention of the princes.

A fanfare sounded from the front of the room and everyone in the room swept into either a bow or curtsey, depending the genders. Frigga and Odin entered were first, dressed completely in gold. Thor followed them, dressed in his signature armor – minus the helmet. Many stood, the orchestra beginning to strike a simple tune, but the five ladies who were chosen to woo the princes remained down for the fourth and final figure to make his way into the room. His long raven hair was slightly messy, but attractively so. As soon as he entered he moved into the shadows and she lost him. With a shrug she searched the room for Sol, wishing to have someone to talk to while she waited for a prince to ask her to dance. Already men were backing away from her, not wanting to offend the princes by asking her. She smiled when she saw Sol being swept onto the dance floor by Thor. Her face was beaming with joy as she looked up into the young princes blue eyes with her brown ones.

Sirith drifted through the crowd, her eyes catching the table filled with food. She walked over to it while she scanned the table looking for anything edible. It was filled with food one could eat while walking while a table to the side was decorated with shinning cups filled with liquid. She took a cup carefully from the table and gave it a sniff. Immediately she recoiled in disgust.

A voice tickled her ear. "It is a quite strong drink. Perhaps too strong for someone as delicate as you." She turned to find the smirking face of the youngest prince. She felt the urge to splash the liquid into his face but instead she smiled politely.

"I'm not a fan of any type of alcohol." She replied simply, replacing the glass on the table. "Why are you not dancing?" she asked him, clasping her hands in front of her. "I would have thought one of the maidens your father chose was to your liking."

Loki didn't respond at first, instead studying her face. "Perhaps one is, I just don't wish to ask her to dance." She thought for a moment she saw his dark eyes flicker to those of Lady Lika, who had chosen that moment to pick a crystal glass from the table with delicate fingers. Though she knew she should not be upset at the prince's eye for the blood draped maiden, a strange anger rose up in her. She spun around, stalking off to go stand against a pillar.

Loki's eyes followed her leaving, an entertained smile on his face. He turned to the blood maiden, holding out his hand as the first song ended and another took its place. "Would you care to bless me with a dance?"

Her deep red lips turned upward at the corners but the smile did not reach her eyes. She gripped his arm. "I would be honored." With that Loki swept her onto the dance floor, pulling her close in an exuberant waltz.

Thor let Sol go, her face burning with excitement. He came over to where Sirith stood silently, trying to force herself to keep the same decorum as always. He bowed perfectly.

"My lady, shall you grace me with a dance?" he held a hand out. She smiled at him, taking it carefully.

"My lord, I would be honored." Thor swept her onto the dance floor, pulling her tight as they began to dance.

Sirith let her eyes wander throughout the dance floor, watching couples as they spun and turned. They landed on one couple in particular more often than the others. Her black dress spun around her, white hair floating up and down from her shoulders. His dark eyes watched her intently, carefully spinning her and lifting her in the air. Once, as her pale eyes watched them, he looked up towards her. He jerked his head discreetly towards a balcony that stood tall above the room. She nodded in response.

Soon, the dance ended. The couples bowed to each other, then drifting away so that new ones could take their place. Thor moved away to go dance with another one of the ladies who stood waiting around the room, the gems in their hair shinning. Sirith moved towards a staircase in the back of the room, following a tall figure only a few steps in front of her.

She reached the balcony, Loki already leaning over the railing onto the room below. She moved next to him. She wanted to lean over the railing as he was, but even where she was she must keep a sense of properness. She rested her hands on the cold railing.

"Hello," He said to her, not turning his head.

"Hello. Are you enjoying the evening so far?" Her eyes followed Thor dancing with the blood maiden.

"I don't care for dancing," he sneered.

She smiled. "I don't particularly care for it either." He turned his head slightly towards her in surprise.

"You danced with my brother."

"I cannot refuse a prince of Asgard." She looked over at him. "Are you to stay up here and prevent the maidens here to grace you with their presence from dancing with you?"

He smiled. It was not as wide as his brother's smile but it reached his eyes, unlike the Lady Lika. "Perhaps. Why? Do you wish to dance with me?"

"I wish to dance with anyone but your brother again, and you are the only other gentlemen I can dance with at this ball. Just because I do not care for dancing does not mean I do not wish to do it."

He nodded. "Shall we remain here until a dance fits your taste?" his voice had a slight teasing tone in it. She sighed, turning to gaze out over the room. Couples spun beneath them, skirts flying.

Sol caught her eye from the food table. Her eyes moved between Loki and Sirith before letting them widen. Her mouth dropped open and she started to mouth something. Sirith shook her head slightly, trying to use her eyes to tell her they would talk later. Sol nodded in understanding, turning away to sip a glass of alcohol.

Sirith glanced at Loki to see if he noticed the silent conversation between her and Sol. He was still gazing out over the room; either quite good at hiding his emotions or he did not notice.

A slower song started to be played and immediately Sirith's eyes brightened. Loki turned to her, seeming to realize. "Is this the song you wish to dance too?" she nodded towards him and he held out a hand.

"Well, my lady," she gently rested her hand in his. "Shall we dance?"