After a while of following her parents around and gawking at the impressive interior of the place, Devon eventually found herself growing bored. Sure, the place was fascinating, and the decorations seemed both tasteful and carefully tended to down to the last detail, but there had to be other things to do than just test her attention span. Hanging back as her parents walked off to greet the mayor and the businessman he was speaking to, her father mostly interested in the businessman for networking purposes, the younger girl noticed that her brother had already gone off somewhere. Probably to go find people his own age to talk to...which seemed like something that she should do as well. 

...Unfortunately, that quickly proved to be a lot easier said than done. Why were so many of the people there so much older than her? If everyone was older, she'd have to just sit in the corner the whole time at this rate, the whole "speak only when spoken to" rule of elders coming into play as it often did for formal events. She couldn't help being younger! Why did she have to be punished for it? 

Giving a slight huff, she continued her tour of the ballroom, looking around to maybe find if there were any snacks that she could sample, at least.