"Is it normal for everyone to mill about quietly like this?" Miha questioned her companion a short time after her arrival.

"No!" Teofila laughed, making her curly hair bounce. "They're all nervous; they've heard a Holy One might attend."

"Even if the Holy One has come to experience the party?"

"They probably haven't thought of that.

"We should dance anyway," Miha declared. She had found proper attire and she would not waste it.

"Besides, dear Teofila," she said as she leaned close to Teofila and took her hand. "My wings are for you alone."