That was ... a little odd, to say the least.

Alena would be the first to admit she wasn’t as used to the otherworldly nature of some things in this University, so it was no surprise she was caught off guard by the approaching figure talking to them. Although she tried not to stare at the furry legs coming from the bottom of the dress, or the horns, she didn’t quite succeed – though to be fair the poem reciting didn’t help. At least she appeared to be blind so couldn’t see Alena’s faux pas, though the redhead still schooled her features after she finished reciting to be polite. Just because she couldn’t see it didn’t mean it wasn’t rude!

Though, Alena did narrow her eyes slightly at the new addition to their little group. A feeling of unease plummeted a cold chill into her, her shoulders rolling nervously before the reaction went away, only to return and leave throughout her poem. Odd, indeed. Yet once it was over Hayley seemed to brighten, casting them a glance. Alena buried the remnants of the cold to flash their new friend a grin, and seeing as the goat woman – was that rude? - was blind even lifted her hands to give Hayley a double thumbs up of encouragement.

“Have fun you two, nice meeting you, uh, Saranja of ... Pelasgia,” Alena fumbled awkwardly over the name, even as her brows furrowed in confusion that she seemed to know her parentage. She watched after the pair, easily following the distinctive horns with her own tall height, only to finally tear her gaze away to nod along to Devi’s voice beside her. “Yes, looks like they had the same idea to go together as us.” She commented lightly, before glancing down at being prodded. Her gaze followed where Devi pointed, easily seeing the shining star of a woman. It took her a moment to drag her gaze away to who Devi was pointing out more accurately, and immediately her grin popped back into place.

“Hey, he seems to be doing well! She has not upended his drink on his head. If it continues going well we can introduce ourselves, let us not interrupt for now,” Despite the words Alena still raised a hand to wave towards Ebbo in greeting before dropping her gaze back to her companion. A slight twitch of her brow echoed by the nervous tick of her fingers was the first sign of her nerves, but the true show was when the redhead swallowed heavily and finally began to speak, words tainted with growing sweetness that poisoned the mind and drew glances from those closest to them.

“Well... I did promise you a dance,” Alena remarked, attempting to sound casual. Despite how easily she had offered it in the privacy of their dorms it was a little more nerve wracking now. Here. Dancing beneath the enchanted sky with another woman. A quick glance toward where Hayley and Saranja had left soothed some of her nerves however. It wasn’t like they were the only two dancing with [i]friends[/i]. The word caused a slight heat to coil in her chest, confusion and something else, but she attempted to shake it off to offer Devi a gentler smile and offer her hand once more.

“Shall we? I don’t think it much different from the dances I learned at home.”

Yep, definitely an odd night.