Search for Rabbit's Foot.

You peek under the next door. Empty. Then the next. Also empty. After a few tries, you realize a pattern. Nobody is in their room despite night having come. It's not midnight, but surely it's beyond when a family would eat dinner, and you already saw someone resembling Rabbit's Foot all dolled up in a dress and ribbons. The people of his household are somewhere and you need to figure out where, because there's a good chance it'll take you straight to the girl in question.

"Some sort of dining hall," you whisper. "If they aren't leaving the building, then they must all be in a place like that, right?"

Delphi shrugs. "I'm not a noble either."

"I'm more acquainted with huge, beautiful homes than I ever thought I'd be. By where that first room was, I figure it must be this way. Come on."

You run as fast as you can though you cover far less ground at your size. Delphi flutters beside you. As you continue down the snaking hallway, you start to hear the distant sound of people murmuring. The voices are getting closer. You follow that direction and push onwards, though you stop at each corner just in case. You might be tiny, but not ant-sized. Someone would still see you if they were to look down.

Finally, you reach a balcony. It's quite the sight. Not only is the dinner hall grand, but you're standing at the edge of a platform's railings which oversees the entire room. Multiple chandeliers decorate the ceiling and there are about a dozen people down below. It isn't a giant party, but each of them are dressed in gorgeous attire and mingling with one another holding glasses of wine and picking at snacks served by suited me and women off silver platters. You and Delphi scramble to the corner of the ledge and stand between the railing as you peer over the people in hopes of finding Rabbit's Foot.

"There," you whisper quickly. "In the red dress."

Down below you spot her at last--Lalarin Relestel, daughter of Sabrasa Relestel, and surprisingly unknown to most, the luck hero Rabbit's Foot. She's garbed in a striking crimson dress with thick gold trimming and silver straps over her shoulders. Around her neck is a shimmering golden necklace which ends with a pendant shaped like a tiny rabbit head. Her hair flows down to her shoulders with incredible volume and her lips and nails are painted to match her wardrobe. As she walks, her heels click, and she weaves between conversations as a noble does. Though when you look into her eyes, even from up here you can see the loneliness.

"Can you hear anything?" you ask.

"Barely," Delphi replies.

"Same here. I think I can tell what they're saying... She's closer now. Maybe we can figure out what's going on."

The one she's speaking to now is none other than her mother--a woman in her forties with short brown hair, and she's decorated in necklaces and rings. She's painted herself up as much as you'd expect from the matron of her family, and she's wearing a jet black dress with silver flourishes. She has her hand on her daughter's shoulder.

"Go then. Talk to your uncle for awhile," Sabrasa says. "I have much to do."

"Yes mother," she says quietly. RF turns and slowly makes her way to a man standing nearby.

The man in question is tall with a thin brown beard, shoulder-length hair, and of course, the ears of a rabbit. A fluffy tail is visible through a cut in the back of his dark blue suit. When she approaches, he greets her with a wide, warm smile and a reach of his hand. "Ah. Finally, Lady Lalarin Relestel herself after all this time."

Rabbit's Foot takes the hand gently. "It's good to see you again, my lord."

He lifts her hand and presses his lips against the back. "Lovely as always."

Another man walks up beside them. He's just as tall though slim, and his similar length hair is breaded neatly and decorated with beads. His suit is pure silver, and he has a younger but handsome complexion, green eyes, and he carries himself with confidence. "Greetings, cousin."

"Aravor." RF curtsies politely.

As they continue, you turn to Delphi. "We need some way to talk to RF. Can pixies turn invisible or something?"

Delphi ponders. "Not all of them. We're sorta like succubi in that our powers can differ."

"Well we need to think of something."