She walked into the room together with a rising applause and general praise from the people present. Some few seemingly even more important members of society stepped up to the young Seastar and spoke in comfortable but respectable tones. The ones that weren't all that important, like the people around Diana, could only give a bow from a distance but get no closer. For they might be nobles or related to rich merchants, few could consider themselves acquainted with the royal families and even fewer would risk their ire.
As this gets thought about, one of the people near Diana seems to turn a shade paler and starts beckoning for a grape-colored seahorse before speaking to Diana in a hushed tone.
"Lady Diana, my memory might be a little foggy, did you not fight with a son of Firebrand?" Hearing this, everyone around Diana got to jog their memory and realized the same thing, they all looked to both Diana and glanced at Seastar. Luckily for their nerves, Michelle seemed content with simply speaking to her group and haven't approached them yet. Diana didn't seem to understand, and some guy who looked to be a few years older than Diana whispered to her with a tiny bit of fear. "Well, it is common knowledge to never try to anger those higher up the social ladder, but the royal families are at the very top. Your victory against the young Firebrand is not that much of an issue, considering how the Head of the Firebrand family is of a lawful breed, but that can not be said for the other royal families. If Lady Seastar seeks you for a conversation, please don't get us involved." The others nodded as if what was said were the words of a great man, leaving Diana dazed at how quickly they were willing to get themselves uninvolved.
As the group of nobodies continued talking to each other and not focusing on the world around them, Vita "eating" the food and Diana trying her hardest to talk about politics and economy.
So of course, only one of them noticed a certain someone standing close to the group. Lifting multiple vines, not bothering to stop sampling the food, Vita used said vines to turn the group against their small outbursts of surprise. Stepping to the side, Vita revealed the form of Lady Michelle Rachel Seastar. Standing there, with the same stoic face as before except for a slightly raised eyebrow looking at Vita.
The first thought the others had was, well, panic.
\Holy shit, it's young Lady Seastar!\ \Why the fuck is Lady Seastar here!?\ \I'm going to get my life ruined because I was in the same group as someone who fought a Royal, aren't I?\
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But those thoughts were useless, and Seastar turned her cold gaze to Diana. Akin to a predator staring down prey.
-Seastar-
OH MY THRONE, SO SMALL! No, Rachel, keep it together. How you think affects how you act. Serious thoughts, serious face. The report doesn't say much of her magical capabilities, but having a '0-1' type birth magic is most likely due to heritage. Judging by the holy shit, wendigo, it seems that true. Can't be sure if Kip has had any effect on her birth magic, but it can't be ruled out yet. Otherwise unremarkable, but still cute.
Now, the wendigo, on the other hand. How is this, a rather large creature with no magical capabilities, able to go toe to toe with dragons? I can see how this thing might be a problem for those who lack any magical capabilities. Nothing that might hint on magical capabilities, yet it seems to be able to morph its own limbs to an unsettling degree. If the creature was magical, then she would've felt it. She could feel some of Diana's magic coating the wendigos neck where the vines were coming out of, but that seems to be about it.
Guess it would be improper to not introduce myself.
-normal view-
After a moment, Diana and the surrounding group greeted her and bowed down, making sure to keep their heads down until Rachel spoke. The only ones still standing tall were Lady Michelle Rachel Seastar and Vita. "It's a fine night, is it not? You may stand." the other nobles calmed down and tried to breathe normally. "So, how was the victory against another noble. Sweet?" One of the nobles who tried to look nonchalant quietly choked on the drink and turned to avoid any further embarrassment. Diana tried to speak but stumbled on her breath, letting Vita take over. As if that was the better option.
"The kid sucked. The only thing he was any good at, was getting his daddy involved." and silence dominated. But despite everything, Rachel didn't react to the wording that was chosen. Instead, she surprisingly nodded, picked up on it and continued speaking.
"Indeed. While I wouldn't use such language, the young Firebrand is not that great of a combatant. But that is to be expected of those who rely on out speeding someone just as quick as themselves." On one hand, everyone were relieved that a member of the royal families weren't too offended of the lack of respect, but on the other hand, Rachel was known for her lack of expressions. It was nearly impossible to tell if she was bothered by Vita's wording. The best way to put it, everyone felt like they were watching a mexican standoff and bombs were used instead of guns.
Yet little did they know, little did everyone there know, that standing in the doorway next to a pale old servant stood the man they had openly badmouthed. And unlike his fellow royal, the young Firebrand didn't bother hiding the scowl on his face. It was only when the old servant received a weak kick to the shin that the old servant remembered what to do.
"L-Ladies and gentlemen! Rubert-Ree Jacob Firebrand has arrived!" and panicked ensues, with only one entity's being unbothered by the young dragon.