It had been far too long since Jarmyr had attended a bash. What was it, a century or two? Typically social events weren’t his scene but he supposed that he would come for one night and see what all the fuss was about. Aside from that, he hadn’t seen the Hanging Gardens for an even longer period of time. He mended in perfectly with the crowds of people in his suit and ivory mask with wings of a pegasus etched out on the sides and the rest of the beast on the center top of it. His red eyes helped to stand him from the rest as he listened to the tune of the heavenly sound that captivated the dancers currently. The glowing lights reminded him of a time in his youth when he first came to Revaliir so many ages ago, it was extremely different from the demon plane from which he came. There was beauty all around and slowly it pacified him from his more brutal self. Why, if he had the chance to see what he used to be in a mirror, Jarmyr would swear up and down that it was another person.

While parts of that side of him could still be present, he knew that it took a great deal to draw it out, and the passing years made it harder to lose his patience. At the moment, he was to the far side, away from the dance floor. It didn’t bother him any to go stag tonight as he watched his peers enjoy the night and besides, he simply came to embrace in the festivities himself. In a little bit, he would probably busy himself with learning about the lore of the gardens- mainly that of the ghost that sought to find his beloved, or more so, the women that refused his company. Such waste of both life and afterlife that the poor fool tormented himself for unrequited love. Perhaps in a way, he could understand what the gardener had gone through, though he was not mad enough to end his life like the latter had.

It wasn’t long before he left the ball and headed for the lower floors to start snooping around the actual gardens. Even having been abandoned after so long, it still looked as someone took great care of them. The flowers were starting to bloom rather nicely and the vines were trimmed instead of unruly growing about. It would have been very odd had it not been for the fact that it was a ghost that took care of them. His hand moved to one of the flowers and fingers felt against its soft petals. A delicate life, but a beautiful one. The demon soon slipped away from them and headed further into the gardens.

Veda had come for one thing and one thing only. To see a ghost. Thousands of questions burned in her mind. All of which she was determined to ask this love struck ghost. The golden-eyed demon hadn't realized that an event like this required some sort of costume. But that was a problem quickly solved. While wondering around the garden tower, looking for the ghost, she had come across a man who was blackout drunk. She stole his clothes. The man had to have been extremely wealthy since his clothes looked like something a prince would wear. The princely suit was black with gold designs across the front and on the sleeves along with gold buttons. After cleaning the mask, she tried to tie the mask onto her face. Her dark brown hair kept getting in the way. She stole the knocked out guest's hair-tie and tied up her own hair in a ponytail. Next, the demon used her claws to cut out a hole for her tail in the black pants. With her disguise, Veda knew that nobody would notice her. 

Or so she thought. Little did she know, or care, that she looked exactly like a young wealthy man. Deciding to start from the top and work her way down, the demon headed to the very top of the Hanging Gardens Tower. A massive crowd of finely dressed people stood in the middle of the level. A ghost would never be in an area crowded with so many bodies. Just as she was about to go down to a lower level, a woman grabbed her by the hand. 

"Excuse me, I was wondering if you would like to dance?" The woman asked. 

The woman had mistaken Veda for a man. Or perhaps the woman didn't care. Before the demon had time to react, she was pulled to the dance floor. The woman put her arm around Veda and began to sway. Other ladies were staring at the demon as well. Her mind was filled with confusion as to what was happening. When she wasn't dancing, her dance partner looked up at her. 

"What's the matter? Wouldn't a gentleman such as yourself love to dance?" The woman asked. 

"Nope." Veda said quickly. 

She ran off of the dance area and went to the lower level, leaving her dancing partner heartbroken. The third level was quieter. Heading right into the gardens, she began her search for the ghost. Thousands of plants and stones threatened to distract her. Remaining vigilant, her ears eventually picked up the sound of somebody sobbing. The demon raced out to see who it was. She saw him. A ghost.