Missing Cat - Envy motivates

Despite the short moment where she had entertained putrefying the mind of some overly handsy Tevene, Adaria had enjoyed the ball. Her father, with all his wanderings across the South had never, nor entertained visiting the land ruled by mages. It was a pity, for she thought he would rather enjoy himself if this was the cause for such a reaction.

Returning from a brief respite on the balcony, the Princess found a number being refused exiting, turning them back. Their thoughts were loud, the murmurs of someone missing quickly informing her of the situation so instead of being parroted the same verbally, she turned back towards the ballroom. A level of anxiety caught her attention, jingled bells that rang in discord at the edge of her senses causing her to turn. Adaria steadily approached, catching the wisps of fading suggestions.

Maker, how her father would have laughed at all of this, all over a cat, which species were inherent wanderers. Though, there was the face he himself had derailed a whole ceremony to a halt because someone had moved something in his study. Eccentricities ran in every ruler's veins it seemed.

My apologies, I hear we have someone dear who’s gone amiss? Brows rose, silently appraising the few gathered. Then to the Archon, offering a respectful curtsy, Might I suggest sentry wards at cleared areas? If… Saxton? If he returns to those areas we may be alerted of the activity? Adaria offered a hesitant smile. The blue hues of her eyes glanced quickly around the others, hands playing, massaging pressure points.

Perhaps his favourite food? Or treat? The kitchens is a favourable first stop with that regard. continuing to play up the facade of a nervous foreign teen, not a careful observer of a number of Tevene.

Know thy enemy, well, potential enemy.