Moon pushed his fingers through his grey quaff, exhaling tentatively as he glanced around the ornate ballroom, briefly and appreciatively glancing over the high ceilings painted with tales of the celestial bodies. This was the first time that Moon had attended a ball in the Pollux hall as his title of Moon had only recently been bestowed upon him, his predecessor had relinquished the duty due to old age. So there Moon stood, in a far and isolated corner of the grand hall. He cast a gloomy air across people in his general vicinity; the personified stars and galaxies around him were nodding off and yawning sleepily. His dark grey trenchcoat hugged him, its tailored fit accentuating his lean body. Moon sighed in displeasure when Graven stalked towards him, an ambrosia-induced smirk curving his lips. "Moon!" Graven exclaimed, clapping the gloomy man on the shoulder which received a gentle groan. "Yes, Graven?" Moon responded sullenly, leaning back against the railed wall. Moon gasped when Graven Grabbed his arm and pulled him off the wall, dragging the man onto the mosaic-tiled dancefloor. "You must meet Sun!" Graven called over his shoulder, practically dragging Moon to the side of the room that was bathed in warm light. The colors around Moon seemed to almost fade, losing their vibrant glimmer. Moon had always been somewhat of an articulate introvert, which is a disappointing pairing. He had so many thoughts that he wished to express but he did not desire an audience which was enigmatic and frustrating. Moon had many questions of himself that he couldn't answer, not by himself.