Aerei sat at a small table a distance from the dance floor, up upon a balcony. His heavy overcoat still lay draped over his shivering body. Climbing the mountain, he quickly found out, was no walk in the park! Back in the monastery he grew up in, winter wasn't half as cold as this mountain! But within the ball, light suffused every sight, and a gentle warmth radiated through the chamber. Aerei wondered what kind of story he would have to weave when he got home. After all, anyone who was anyone went to the Reverie Ball to celebrate, did they not? And anyone who was anyone would say anything to the leader of their Paladin Order to get there, even if it was an elaborate and completely false tale of an invitation from the Gods themselves to guard the mysterious Moonstone at the center of the Cathedral. Serious business, he explained. But here he was, dozing off at a table, stuffing his face with sweets whenever the tray offering them passed by (never much of an opportunity to eat anything sweet back home before his eyes finally closed and his head lay on a table, the mysterious Moonstone and it's importance drifting around his thoughts.

Julie was wearing her black cloak as always and went to the Reverie Ball. She was weak for sweets and took one from a passing trail. She had on the long dress, but both her body and face was hidden by the cloak. She was using her power over wind to blow fresh air inside the cloak so it wouldn't be so warm. She passed a lot of people and tables, but finally found one in the corner where it wasn't a lot of people. She looked at herself making sure that she was hidden and that especially her wings was hidden so no one could see them. Fairies were usually never outside their kingdom, so it would be weird if any fairy would show up.

She walked over to the table passing a surtain man on her way. She sat down with some sweets and a drink.