Galinda could hardly stand still in the line. She was new! She was fresh! She was edgy! A boy stepped forward and smiled at her. She grinned back excitedly before realizing her proper manners and nodding to him silently. He walked up to her with the grace of someone brought up on fine saffron cream. Galinda recognized him instantly.
"Ah, Master Avaric Margreave." Galinda curtsied slightly, showing that she understood the sway he held in her home country of Gillikin. Master Avaric nodded back to her, extending his arm and guiding her around the ballroom, showing her the recognizable columns and mouldings. She was beginning to see the attraction of architecture.