Celeste looked around at the bustling around him. He recognized quite a few of the people here, Icetales, Cuicatl, Cabot, Bahamut’s accursed familiar, and numerous more of his friends. Sure, there were some people he didn’t really know, the one who looked like a grey Mienfoo, who looked to be dressed for highway robbery or banditry instead of a formal occasion, another shadow who appeared to be... a Scyther? (It seemed he was the only one to fail at raising them.)
Despite the fact he was surrounded mostly by friends, he felt overwhelmed. He was half tempted to make acquaintance with nobody but the appetizers...
Lucking in the background of a social occasion would do him no favours, though. He looked around for someone to talk to. The two newcomers were in conversation with each other, Dave was conversation with the Scyther shade. (Were they of his stone?) He had too much in his bag to risk approaching the grey bandit. He spotted Icetales in the crowd. Icetales be a safe bet to talk to, and seeing as he organized the thing, there would probably be other people approaching him, people who Celeste could then meet himself, too.
“Aren’t you glad you didn’t give up on this plan? Look at all the people here... I never doubted people would turn out, but seeing it with my own eyes is another thing. There’s so many people.”
