"She certainly knows how to make a speech!", Críonna said to Marla as the two of them applauded, his younger companion with thoughts on her face. "I am sure someone recorded it, if you have any thoughts on it."
Marla shook her head, making her wild locks bounce a bit. "No, I think I am good. She raised a few very good points, I believe."
Críonna smiled at her. "Oh, my dear Searrach, don't believe, know! And think about it later, we aren't only here for amusement, now are we?"
"No, Sir." The young sportswoman smiled broadly, despite having to work for her nation - still, she threw proper decorum in the wind, as she punched Críonna on the arm in a playful manner. "But there is only one man in the whole wide world, who is allowed to call me Searrach, no matter how much the Diva says about us all being equals."
The old man nodded. "Then it shall be that way.", he said in a very posh tone and offered his arm. "Now, may I ask the lady to join me?"
"But of course!", Marla replied in the same tone, a bit more mocking thanks to her accent, and hooked herself onto the arm of the older man - the only man she was allowed to go out with more or less unsupervised, thanks to her slightly overprotective father. Well, he isn't here now, now is he?, she thought.
Just as the two wanted to move, the buffet and drinks appeared, wheeling in and positioning themselved to be in perfect reach - someone showed a lot of dedication with the towers, as well as much patience, far more then any Selkie could offer with such a thing. Marla admired it a bit, a sportswoman always knew to honour patience, skill and the will, to use both.
As the music, a lively rhythm, started and the first people filled the dance floor, the two of them began to move towards the Diva to pay their respects to their host and to have a few words with her. After that, the two of them would mingle with the present elites, representing their own country, their tribes and the Selkie.
It was going to be a good evening, Críonna knew that.