[center][h3][color=fff79a]Delia Verenoblitus[/color] & [color=1b1464]Karma Kennen[/color][/h3][/center]

	Karma and Delia ate in silence a few moments after King Lucian's announcement, neither finding much to talk about that they didn't mutually understand anyway. The stark contrast in the way they ate was a little jarring, seeing as it was just them on the table - with father and mothers already proceeding to their quarters within the castle - and served to highlight their differences all the more. Though both of them ate in a manner that was almost completely silent, the way they went about it differed.

	Delia ate with precise, controlled, and graceful movements, each hand digging seamlessly into the next meal with almost excessive swiftness; in contrast, Karma was eating in a way that was more akin to how a soldier rushed through their food during mess hours. He ate quickly, hurriedly, and yet, cleanly, without so much as a drop of food, and with almost frightening efficiency. In no time at all, the two had finished their meal, and stood up to follow their parents into retiring to their rooms. Delia paused for a moment, then raised her hand as a signal to stop.

	[color=1b1464]"What is it, Delia?"[/color] questioned Karma, perturbed by the sudden pause. Delia didn't respond, instead leaving her eyes trained on a table ahead of them. [color=1b1464]"Ah . . . "[/color]

	Understanding her intentions without so much as a word, Karma nodded and Delia proceeded towards the subject of her interest. In a few strides they had reached a table occupied by two. They were people they knew well from the reports, and in fact, Delia had probably done more research on them than she had done on any other nation present.

	After all, it was only natural that you would want to know about your would-be husband.

	Stopping in front of [b]Akoni Kelekolio[/b], prince of Hawilunia, Delia gave an elegant curtsy and favored them with an undeniably lovely smile. 

	[color=fff79a]"Honorable greetings, Queen Kalena and Prince Akoni of the noble house of Kelekolio, rulers of the lands of Hawilunia. This one Delia Oblitus-Veren is pleased to meet your acquaintance,"[/color] said Delia with a flourish, her soft voice still managing to clearly convey the depth of her greeting, and with a poise that most would be hard pressed to match. Such was her traditional style of greeting royalty - most preferred it to be that way, and even if not, at the very least it left a good impression. The right to speak casually to royalty was something only they were allowed to give, after all.

	 Delia's eyes flickered and went up to meet Akoni's own. Staring straight at him, the princess of an empire gave him a nod and another smile.

	Karma, meanwhile, gave his own greeting of a sorts. [color=1b1464]"Ah, hey there, your highness. I'm Karma Kennen, a friend to the royal house. You and your son are looking quite nice, if I do say so myself."[/color]

	Like Akoni, Karma hated wearing suits, and had only agreed to wearing this one because it was the stipulation that Delia gave if he was to be allowed to escort her around. Had he had his way, he'd be looking much like Akoni did, much less formal. ch, much less formal.