Nisa walked into the ball and looked around. She had a face of delight but her eyes were wide at the many people there. She was studying them all and seeing the myriad of errors in their outfits. It was almost like they felt this was not a ball but some sort of wild festival that is usually relegated to the dark woods. It made her pause, but she would push through it, for her brother. Even if it started a nervous tap of her fingers against her long flowing skirt.